Thy mirrow reflects my rotten horizon
Where they once shed my deepest threat
Thou leaved my blackened soul in anger
I looked on my hands, surrounded by waste

Could i not stand their distress
Insignificant were my defences
Against this living pang
By beeing their spineless feast

A dissected live shines on my sight
Alone am i, with my aching opression
And so i swear to my haunted self
That i never shall be weak again

Crowling before my own courage
This will bet the first and last deed,
Of mine, as i am alone…
…with my aching depression

All i take notice of
Are my shaking hands,
As they come up to me,
As they take me,
As they strangle me!

As i end my senseless live,
Their burning hatred i throttle
As they tried to take my life!

... for my own life was mine,
As i took it for ever…