I know where sorrow is born.
In icy depths of man’s empty heart;
His spirit of love to tear apart.

I see misery in every face.
Knowing no mercy, nor joy, nor peace;
Only death can bring them ease.

I hear loathing in every word.
Every breath a burning pain;
Lies, deceit, and wraths disdain.

I feel hate inside mankind.
Rotting filth, disease, decay;
In their defence, nothing to say.

I taste the rotting flesh of sin.
Toxic putrescence, bitter and vile;
Evil by nature, the mind of a child.

I am the truth in all that you feel.
My humanity stolen, compassion is gone;
I am that which you know is wrong.

I am in misery and darkness complete.
Knowing no other than that of my soul;
Destined for solitude, I am always alone.