Lirieke:
Atrox Steeped In Misery As I Am

the knife Sleep in my hand I lament and bewail As my soul withers Alone I wander This be the fate I choose An inner, desolate void I shall fear no

the knife Sleep in my hand I lament and bewail As my soul withers Alone I wander This be the fate I choose An inner, desolate void I shall fear no more