Wickedness in me
Washed up, not clean
Bitter soul to harvest
Hate what I see
I've become disillusioned
Wake not from sleep
Cast to the shadows
Cruel winter fog!
Distastefullness in me
I'm creeping forth
Backwards descend
Outcast from life
Legions before me
Casting the plague
The more, the gruesome
To the grave they slave
Within these walls of blood
Dripping their last drop