Slumbering in swamps Drowned my purest power For centuries to see A dawn to come I watch it every step it takes As it grabs mu thorned soul Coiled in black ulcers Wounded to feel the pain in joy Wounded to stand the suffering And see them be condemned for ever Hurt to grow black scars To show them all our might See them come in bloody streams Formed by living satanic dreams The sound of humans poundering heart That stole so many precious moments Is stabbed to silence, and turned to wonder For us, sounds of lovely pain. A touch of death stains their souls Above where angles dwelled Above all might defenced of life And whom in every man shall be remembered Buried in a bloodred doom No end shall find a key To set them free and relieve their burdens Nothing is to be forgiven