These sorrows of life are crippling but I still yearn for more Enslaved by the demon since time immemorial Bowing beneath the weight of this yoke made of lead Atlas of ancient times had but the world upon his head But I bear the sorrow and crippling pain Of all men and beasts ever made Miserable I stand The world's sorrow on my head Half of me would make me cast them aside Half of me would make me hold them till I die That is my life I endeavour to make pleasantries with all the world
But I fail, and I fail terribly I do not know if I can bear this any longer I am Atlas of sorrow The spark ignites The fuel about to be lit The flames explode The inferno spreads My soul awakes You will all burn No No, I cannot take this anymore You are all going to die Let me alone A frenzy is taking place I have lost control You will all burn If you touch me, you will all burn