Struggle with emotion

Feel the pain burn deep

Within our nerves

The mourning of lost life

Commands our actions night and day



The foul realism is unleashed

Upon the earth we'll bleed



Banish all fond memories

As the lord beckons us to judgement

Degeneration is close at hand

The mortality coil is weaker

The pain is close to heart

Now leave the real [sings: "ruined"] world to your god



The kindness of deaths grasp

Relieves us from the pain