How many times have I gazed into this,
the blackest mirror of my pa**ions?
Times without knowing...
Rotting from the inside
Blight has taken hold
Salt in the wounds
Salt in the wounds
I made myself cold and pure
like the stars
so devoid
empire of nihilism...
All I`ve seen...
All I`ve touched
All I`ve felt
Empire of wasted moments
Crown of sh**...
Throne of regrets...
Robe of hate...
Sceptre of Disparagement