Life has taken me again back to pain And fallen to its delusions I came to Death "Bestow upon me A heart of stone, A soul in dream dead sleep, A frigid flesh" Through constant anguish And masochistic efforts over this tortured self I was teaching my soul to ignore The wounded heart up-risen Fought against this dead torment with radiance Coming from where THERE IS NO DEATH Through the shroud of pain I beheld the Two Beauties Both in gold and dirt Force fed, I don't choose any fuckin' longer Being enslaved by what I am and will ever be... The wounded heart up-risen Fought against this dead torment with radiance Coming from where NOTHING IS NOT