Текст песни The Joy of All Who Sorrow - Loss

Edge out to punish myself
(Into the next movement)
A witness to my own self infliction
Despair, a numbing line
I beg to die in vain
To all from a starless heaven
And a shameful earth
Afflicted and hollow
I suffer wrong decisions
My unhurried breath yearns for the end

A dark permanence
The literal worship of death and
Nothing ness of being

My body; a temple of wounded
My voice tells the story of war
My eye; looks to the forbidden
My blood creeps; stealing the pain I adore

To weave misery
To Sleep this night and never reprise
Long since gone, the time I was able to feel
I have the strength to make my
Death-prayer be real

My blood... creeps down my arms
My pain and madness
Surround me in waveform

I have come to know
THE JOY OF ALL WHO SORROW

I have become a temple of death and
Death breathes in me
Bones, heavy as tone, drop into place
Destiny written for those who cannot see
Fate sealed for those who can
...and miles of glorious carrion lie ahead