Glory. endless is my holy pride,
Yet trapped in madness and misery divine...
So strongly chained to evil!

I am blessed with the curse of sight.
And my eyes bleed!
For they are indeed impaled by a strong light
Of sinful joy!

This revelation, this curse.
It has killed me. a thousand times!
A divine circle of death and rebirth.
To malform the son of a whore!

I feel the touch and it's mystery
Behold, it has made me holy in my quest
And I am evil, thus wounded.
And driven to spit at your sins!

Memories, reminders. Myst