Terror, in the womb of night
How does a soul sleep?
When swollen with mayhem;
With worldly chatter

“Yea though I walk”
Is the eternal Psalm
On the edge of my lips
My saving refrain

Terror
On the verge of a total collapse
Annihilation greets softly
Then coils my throat

Terror
On the verge of a total collapse
Still I crawl towards dawn
With a crimson resolve