| Drawn Black Drapes |
|---|
| Compassion has its limits |
| Vermin clamor below me |
| Absurdity of it all |
| For there will be no redemption |
| Overwhelming, suffocating, overwhelming, suffocating |
| I dream of black drapes. |
| Swaying with the wind |
| An inferno burns, below them |
| In the distance a muffled wail |
| A procession, slowly enters |
| Holds the key, to our salvation |
| Cleanse this, filth |
| From the, soil |
| The drapes, sway |
| The inferno, rages on |
| My last words |
| Will be my first |
