The reaper does not forget, nor does he forgive
You are hereby invited to the harvest
Eggshells that are really shards of glass
rips open the flesh beneath your feet
The blood pouring out
blacker than the deepest parts of space
Only emptiness and hostile shadows accompanies you
As you wander the depths of insanity
Love and happiness laughs at your misery
As their whips disfigures your doomed soul