At the touch of suicidal hands My heart becomes weak The smell of emptiness leaves me plagued by my existence At the door of pain the gloomy fate fills my eyes with tears The gate of Azazel will be my fate The true terror of my soul is now present in my being I feel safe going through the umbral Sweet light of my soul No more pain Fallen angels comfort me in the sweet madness of my mind My fall is watched by LuciferI'm home My suffering is just beginning My skin torn apart My pain My certainty I'm at home with Azazel In the endless abyss Where my soul burns in the sigh of death Of my dark existence
