Into the arms of death come I. 
            I see the black waters of confusion... 
   I dip my hand into the blood rivers of bottomless wrath... 
            I walk the charred sand of a harrow beach.
   It infects me... 
            Infests me...
   Makes me want to maim,
            lacking the mercy even to kill...
   desiring to burn it all down 
            before what I build crumbles.. 
                     I see all things disintegrate...
                             I watch them melt by the inferno of their own tears.