Ages of sadness flow into me
ages of mercy weep to be...
aeons of love moan to be free
my aeons of hatred I gave to thee...

I will erase my soul,
even if I have a thousand lives to spend
I will wander through the ashes of light
even if I lose myself forever in the dark

gods are silent, demons sleep...
I will walk heartless above the abyss
even if I have a thousand tears to give

I will reach the mournful gates
even if I am cursed by a thousand fates
I will engrave on the perished portal
with bleeding hands: 'Art Is Immortal'

arcane lips, a broken arch...
I will succumb your fading shadow
even if I lose all my thousand hallows

I will appear as a tranquil pilgrim
blessed forever with a dying sin
in the depths of your morbid voice
even if I've buried a thousand joys

gods hurt, demons ache...
from my pains and my plague
I will fly soulless above the abyss
with the thousandth suffering bliss.