This sepulchral song I play once again.
Imperfect love I fall for once more.
My emotion to be alone has lost it tone.
Eager to rest my soul in this hole.
Tacit tribulation in her days.
Omnipresent black beast absorbs in to your skin.
Despondency lurks in your homes in the witching hours.
Inclement days will immerse you and me away.
End this unsettling, upsetting, struggle of mine.
(if you look at the Capital letters, it spells out "time to die" if you wanted to know)
