I'm Always searching for the harmony
Between life and death
Heaven is dark, and hell is cold
Born to rot, I sold my soul
Sold my soul to my vices
Sold my soul to the hurt
Set aflame by sacrifices
Return my body to the dirt
All your dreams in the cradle
To the last call from the crypt
Every night I spend swallowed by venom
Is just another view from the ditch
The only constant is pain
Every grave looks the same
The only constant is pain
The spectre of death bears my name
There is no living without suffering
I felt at home beneath the weight of my chains
The taste of toxins still lives on my breath
I refuse to run from life or death
That with shape will one day break
Choked by the smoke of the witch
Every portrait in the coffin
Is just a view from the ditch