a look in the mirror, my face turns pale
this side of mine which I conceal - will shed!
this cold breath I sense sanctity obscured
am I for real, wish this were dreams - I fall
the sense are running out, fear in my stare
open the shrine, give wisdom
blackness of life emerges
proliferation of sorrow
forms of twisted breedings
past reality
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a chaotic recess
pain and pleasure incarnate
past my dreams
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a dance macabre
pain and pleasure incarnate
in my soul of chaos
bizarre thoughts in mind
spectral fear awakes
innocence remains obscured
past reality
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a chaotic recess
pain and pleasure incarnate
past my dreams
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a dance macabre
pain and pleasure incarnate
my fear incarnates
to an infinite form of madness
I cry, pleasures of carnal death
turns to pain
in agony I cry
open the shrine, give wisdom
blackness of life emerges
proliferation of sorrow
forms of twisted breedings
past reality
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a chaotic recess
pain and pleasure incarnate
past my dreams
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a dance macabre
pain and pleasure incarnate
in my soul of chaos
bizarre thoughts in mind
spectral fear awakes
innocence remains obscured
past reality
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a chaotic recess
pain and pleasure incarnate
past my dreams
pain and pleasure incarnate
into a dance macabre
pain and pleasure incarnate