The bleeding heart that aches in love The moaning soul enchained by weird thirst Awaiting something from somewhere above The floods of tears, the mourn of lost Come deify illusion breed And turning blind, come taste this sweetest drug Come reap the pain in beating piece of meat- I call it this, they call it heart I love when it's dead Empty and cold Not a lament in my breast I can tell sand from true gold Life is vain, an endless state of pain... All kinds of pain... Then jealousy and ecstasy Will cruelly lash with burning whip So smothering will be the misery And hate shall come, so bright and deep! And in the end all strength is gone These stupefied and devastated fools Will become none and mentally undone Then calm i'll pa** sneering stone and cool I made it all dead Within my breast Within my head on endless quest For what`s not pain, for what`s not vain