How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us? (Will you kill us?) Will I release us? (Will you release us?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again.