In blood and suffering I find myself most inspired,
In the cries of pain that pierce the air, I breathe in,
In suffering, my body perfects itself, calls to action
My most gifted talents, my urge to caress your wounds
Is my only consolation, my antidote in my gloom.

Peace is a balmy state of carefree insomnia,
My greatest indifference is to myself,
Because I love my heart too much,
So that when it is broken, I find solace,
In Suffering, as she takes me by the hand,
through the corridors of Pain, and damnation.