| Buried alive in a world of disappear | |
| This grey maze shadows my sight | |
| A self made coffin buried by dread | |
| An overwhelming angst fills my head | |
| Captivated by the presence of others | |
| I aim at them to mirror my thoughts | |
| To reflect and share my visions | |
| I am something, without them I am not | |
| From the shadows I watch and observe them | |
| Living my hunger through their lives | |
| Every move directed with caution | |
| Let them see through me, but never inside | |
| I wander through the shadows | |
| Naked by the guilt in their eyes | |
| The eyes reflect my sadness | |
| Shall I seek their forgiveness | |
| How great it would be | |
| To release all sorrows, to set my soul free | |
| I lit the fire | |
| My world burns today | |
| Tomorrow is of redemption | |
| With ashes I wash it all away | |
| There is no reek of sulphur | |
| No overwhelming heat | |
| I see no malignant maestro | |
| I have no sense of defeat | |
| A mental purification | |
| Shape shifting transformation | |
| A blur has been removed from my sight | |
| With the ashes I rise | |
| Liberated by the will to power | |
| I seek no reflection of my thoughts | |
| I have a crystallized vision | |
| I am nothing, without them I am all |