Existence, throught a spirit's will   A force, use the power of evil      Darkness, visualize   As light pierces through your yearning eyes      Rebirth of a lost soul   Your body, a channel with witch to grow old      Mephitic, smell of death   Rancid flesh, of the undead      Inner screams,   Useless tears,   Shattered bones.   My prayer...   "Oh Lord...   ...Help me die."      "Please help me die."      This inner gloom,   A subterrainean hell.   A morbid sleep,   In my stygian world.   My mind is locked,   At chains my thoughts.   I pray for death.   Euthanasize my soul.      Sanctify me!      Epitaph, to mankind   Engraved, on your mind      Stigmata, on the flesh.   Dead images, put to rest.