Alba s touto skladbou:
Psalms of Misanthropy,
I scorn all virgin and tattered flesh
Disgusting victims of their own lies
I have belayed my deepest affection
With utmost vengeance i seek the end of
Breath giving life
Overwhelmed with no self control
I hunt and wait to strike
In my domain i dwell, i am master
Misplaced in hell for the sake of reaching heaven
Savoring this state of nostalgia
Which cannot
Will not
Does not exist
Cold flesh
Pale elegant and emaciated
Never adequate for life
Lust of your death
Enthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedy
Here i dream lucid of the quietus of you
And all that you hold dear
Cleansed of my conscience
While spilling the blood within you
Anxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoria
I shall endure
There will never be forgiveness within my dominion
Misplaced in hell for the sake of reaching heaven
Savoring this state of nostalgia
Which cannot
Will not
Does not exist
Lust of your death
Enthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedy
Here i dream lucid of the quietus of you
And all that you hold so dear
Cleansed of my conscience
While spilling the blood within you
Anxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoria
I shall endure
