The Heart of the Wanderer has been sewn into my breast The Soul of the Hermit has been blown into my shell The Icy nails of Misanthropy are hammered through my chest to remind me of pain... of scarlet skies I'm made There in the distance in the skydance of the sparkles Heavens flooded with blood from where I descented from the forge of the gods Made to despise yoy all Each thought a dream of thy end ...the final salvation Velvet veils upon me set For thou art, the nails in my flesh Eternal disease of my soul Erode me - from this human hell Grant me - my final steps towards the glowing red of scarlet skies made