Walk my dismal path
pursue my much walked ways
two hells I've found

two deaths I'll die
mere fools choose to stay


shut out the sky
in this (already) darkened room
as i prepare myself for slumber

where the weary are at rest
scraps of acrid marrow
dried and whitened spine

wasting of the limbs
abbreviated death


such a bitter satire
I'm content to rest alone
leave me here and i will lie

composed an dundisturbed
oh where can i find sorrow
to relieve me of my grief

I've shut my eyes to God above
and walked my dismal way
I've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup

I've trampled on His blood
I've smeared Him in my arrogance
i grieve i can't turn back


walk my dismal path
pursue my much walked way

two hells I've found
two deaths I'll die
mere fools here remain.