a look in the mirror, my face turns pale this side of mine which I conceal - will shed!
this cold breath I sense sanctity obscured am I for real, wish this were dreams - I fall the sense are running out, fear in my stare
open the shrine, give wisdom blackness of life emerges proliferation of sorrow forms of twisted breedings
past reality pain and pleasure incarnate into a chaotic recess pain and pleasure incarnate past my dreams pain and pleasure incarnate into a dance macabre pain and pleasure incarnate
in my soul of chaos bizarre thoughts in mind spectral fear awakes innocence remains obscured
past reality pain and pleasure incarnate into a chaotic recess pain and pleasure incarnate past my dreams pain and pleasure incarnate into a dance macabre pain and pleasure incarnate
my fear incarnates to an infinite form of madness I cry, pleasures of carnal death turns to pain in agony I cry
open the shrine, give wisdom blackness of life emerges proliferation of sorrow forms of twisted breedings
past reality pain and pleasure incarnate into a chaotic recess pain and pleasure incarnate past my dreams pain and pleasure incarnate into a dance macabre pain and pleasure incarnate
in my soul of chaos bizarre thoughts in mind spectral fear awakes innocence remains obscured
past reality pain and pleasure incarnate into a chaotic recess pain and pleasure incarnate past my dreams pain and pleasure incarnate into a dance macabre pain and pleasure incarnate