Pain is my virtue For it opened my eyes Thus I could Build my own essence Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb Then Raped By The Dead in A Bed Of Roses But that pain gave birth to An inexorable Hatred Against the vile ones who Created grief Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb Then Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses Bewildered, I am in the wrong dimension I need to escape it But time hasn't come yet How can I wait? "The dead are running after me, faster and faster. I can smell their pestilent breath. Why do they want me? Why me? I don't want to be one of them, but they are everywhere: even in my dreams! No I don't want to be one of them! I don't want to be one of them!" My hour shall come Later When? No answer... Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses Pain is my virtue For it opened my eyes Thus I could Build my own essence Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb Then Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses But that pain gave birth to An inexorable Hatred Against the vile ones who Created grief Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb Then Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses Raped by the dead in a bed of roses I can't see any light beyond them I am just a toy in their putrefied hands No hope, just darkness...