Gehenna Black Seared Heart
When I look upon these burialgrounds my heart sighs Deep is the dark, so it my heart My black seared heart is the way from the cold clouds above rains Dust of death In my mouth, in my breath The cold struck urge for pain Increases the lust to gain Reign of knowledge My apcalyptic vision at its very peak My black seared heart can wait no longer The force deep desertion has grown stronger