I pass from light, Into the kingdom of eternal night, My own cold hatred, Released as I push the blade, What I was living, The same I am now, No conscience, No morals, Dead, Misery, Cursing Existence, As the candles burn, Secluded in dark rooms, Bloodletting, Upon the altar, Ancient form of ritual, Rivers of crimson, Flow from the wound, With my shadow in front of me, I walk away from the light, From the dark I came, And thus I shall return, No funeral, No fucking priest, I face my death alone, Possessed by total hate, Not old age, Nor disease, Nothing will end my life, I will end it my fucking self