I am rolling in the rotten mud Temples throbbed with heated blood Head crowned with wreath, piercing into my soul Incessantly biting my tongue Crawling in pain, hunted down by nihility Father, am I your son? Want be dead Clambering on snags, these vicious snags My eyes are glued up with some burning slag Rubbing my eyes, escaping the trap of womb Striving for solace of light Gaining my sight, I see creatures around me Doomed to be lost in this night Want be dead Maze of filth, I'm doomed to dwell I am hell and heaven, I'm heaven and hell