With (my) mind unclouded I pierce the light
With a broken heart, I welcome darkness
With soul enslaved and feathered hand
I become the path without beginning nor end
You let this sickness grow inside
One seed that makes a forest
And embraced the night in the death of the day
I reach the crest of light. I reach the crest of pain
I died and watched it flow, the body... futile
Mysterious devotion just to set our own destruction
(But) the mask I wear was mine