Alba s touto skladbou:
Psalms of Misanthropy,
Roaming the halls of the wasteland
Watching the mindless bodies decay
This place is a prison
With only one way to escape
Disintegration of the mind
Surge of anxiety
Cannot compute mental decomposing
Raging dementia apprehending sanity
False awakenings endlessly compromising
Purged and forgotten
Soaked in disdain
Mass psychosis drawing near
Frayed and ashamed
Paralyzed in decrepit skin
Soiled by the stains in which they make
Let death grip them with destiny
Do not make haste to resuscitate
Bastardized in a shell they wait
For animalized intervention
Protect not from afterlife
Eternal sleep thou shall create
Roaming the halls of the wasteland
Watching the mindless bodies decay
Wandering adrift to the mind's dismay
This place is a prison
With only one way to escape
Age lest bestow salvation on the soul
On your knees praying at the death bed of a kindred spirit
Eternally they must not sleep
Futile request
Portrait less walls availing to sorrow and agony
Casually cast away
Embellished by the apparatus life is blossoming
Potions drip into the vein
A vain attempt to wash soiled hands clean
