So forth, I become dispassionate
Blinded by a feathery beaten path
Imposing a road to nether world
Malfunctioning cells, revolt
By dawn I pray, yet confused
Only to perceive a vacillation
An extravagant regalement
Moderation in the alien nation
Why must I bleed pain not blue
Many dark ages of degeneration
I must destroy my engender
One by one, is my direction
To follow, or to be followed?
Into the abyss, or bliss?
Either way, I see dark angels
Awaiting for my soul in damnation