To plague and moan
 So many years my seed condemned
 No free to soar!!!

 Will is yours? So, creator
 No intend could shadow
 My disease... Ever lusting pain

 World of sickness
 Blessed are we to taste
 This life of sin

 My touch is inhumane
 Nocturnal beast inside
 Is void of light
 And empty shall remain

 Repeat 3rd verse