In the order of things, my life is very small
If my torment is earned, joy is quite rare for me
As I sorrow my pain, my flesh fails, darkness falls
From the afterlife I hear them shout "No mercy!"
I've fallen between the cosmic realms of being
I hate what I cannot have, and I hate myself too
Waiting for the final call, I've no regret
When death can be embraced with a kiss
For the angel of death has a duty true
And his isolation is permanent
Just like mine, in the abyss
In darkness I am cast, without relent
Nox regnet in aeternum
