Aching Pain Pierces through My Head
My loneliness is the Pay for the gift
I WAS conferred by the gods
After My Endless Wandering Among People I wandered 
through the Worlds Looked at the faces and Tried to 
Understand and Find Anyanswers forthe questions asks the 
Chaos Mere mortals Realization CAME to Me in My Dreams 
Prophetic Breathers Are self-destructive as They Live in 
Illusive Worlds Creating ephemeral Dales They Are afraid 
ofthe Doom They Hide Themselves in lots of empty dogmas 
and Laws They Eliminate this Realm right here and right 
now They Are Stuck in the Obscure Swamp of ignorance 
Between nowhere and Never Within the Ice ancestry of Mind 
The blizzard is coming, IT Will Bring the Pain youdeserve 
And I Hear screaming through the howling of Wind Aching 
Pain Pierce through My Head My loneliness is the Pay for 
the gift I WAS conferred by the gods Oh, Lords of time 
Has Become Your Damnation My gift To See the World in two 
colors Watching the life Fades Sensing Dark eternity of 
this Dead Silence Far away from disgusting hypocrisy.