The whispers of your voice echo through eternity,
However these whispers need not remind me...

[Intro]
Our sins are our desires...

Within these dying days of late,
Depression be eth thy norm...

You are my quintessence of virtuousness,
For my less than unblemished heart...

When the curse of depression is upon us,
We seek ways to ease the pain...

As I sit in the disaster of my life,
I lament upon my past...

Ill watch over you forever more,
Through eternity, in this life and the next...