The Heart of the Wanderer

has been sewn into my breast

The Soul of the Hermit

has been blown into my shell

The Icy nails of Misanthropy

are hammered through my chest

to remind me of pain...

of scarlet skies I'm made



There in the distance

in the skydance of the sparkles

Heavens flooded with blood

from where I descented

from the forge of the gods



Made to despise yoy all

Each thought a dream of thy end



...the final salvation

Velvet veils upon me set

For thou art, the nails in my flesh

Eternal disease of my soul

Erode me - from this human hell

Grant me - my final steps

towards the glowing red

of scarlet skies made