Every tear I bleed with hatred, every tear I slowly die
This ugly insignificant shell does nothing for these black eyes
Only my mind and spirit can survive this existence
For there is a realm of nightmares to roam
There will always be nature to turn to for spiritual enlightenment
The forests of old also feel this hatred
Bleeding tears of black with me they feel my hatred and sorrow
They know the years of torment and ties
Now but a bitter and cynical bastard is I among the scum
That has conditioned this body to hate so much
There will always be a comfort and respect in the hands of Gaia
The wisdom of the trees telepathy controlling my anger
Bleeding tears, bleeding sorrow in this unholy night of solitude
Black hatred, blood curding screams of agonized pain
The same paths I tread in this dull existence
But always renewed in the hands of Gaia