Honour Demise - Negator

Farewell, separate from meaningless life

That remains in everyone an every find

Take the last exit to the blue room and smile

The merger with nothingness

Neither misery nor sorrow

Just a cold black inside

In pain is glory

The pleasure, the honour of demise

Faith was her name, desperate illusion

Whore of the blind, bitch of my dreams

But it’s always harder

To discharge the gleaming hopes in my mind