Carved in Solitude and Gall (Explicit)

Cold in the bones, deeper than words.

Steel fog, silent blood.

A distant hum of foreign hearts

One against all, at last.

In their mirrors , an empty reproach.

The same scar, the same dross.

I hate the reflection

Of my own distortion.

Their laughter , like nails on glass.

Their world is built on a lie.

I chose the silence and decay,

Where there are no names, no steps to take.

Scorched is both soul and flesh.

No"we", only"away".

In solitude, in lines of gall,

Forever sleeps the lonely god.