Tekster: It Dies Today. My Promise.

Let's seal this greeting
With the passion from a razor's kiss
Compassion, a virtue, never synonymous with this name

Now my gaze pierces two sets of somber eyes
Of which only dreams had brought in yesteryear
My misery, my bane and my envy personified

I will take everything from you
I will replicate an assembled heart
Forged from your collective agony
And I will tear away until there are
But two beating hearts before me

I will tear away, for my greatest triumph lies in the
Fear, loathing, resentment and spite
Will scourge them both for the rest of their wretched days