| Nameless |
|---|
| Life |
| Spins into ceaseless coils |
| In constant toil we turn on torment’s wheel |
| And death |
| Death is a jealous mistress |
| A kiss you can’t repeal |
| But wait |
| Wait for regret to come |
| It will call for you |
| It will tear the fabric of your nature |
| I walk without a name |
| Bathe |
| Bathe in the lakes of fire |
| The snakes and liars of yore they wore your face |
| Endure |
| Friends on the path of knowing |
| Are growing in your space |
| But wait |
| Wait for regret to come |
| It will call for you |
| It will tear the fabric of your nature |
| I walk without a name |
