La Promesse

all these bad hearts
should be replaced

a trap was made
with a body
this cursed temple
broken down by age

obey

the rats?
they will scatter
among the waters

your skin
will peel back
in the rotten dirt

don't worry,
i promise.

drown your tears
in this lake of miseries

turn your back
to the darkness
and let the demons
invade your head

saint-maria,
obey.

your thirst will pay
the price of existence.
cursed we are
to be rid of innocence

the pain of life
is the greatest suffering.

remember the sounds
of your death...
they will be the last.

don't worry,
i promise.

take that noose
around your neck
and plunge toward
a new death

the light down there
is much better anyway.

when they burn your hair
tell me how it feels.

how does it feel?
how does it feel?
do you get it now?

grind your pain
between your teeth
it makes no difference
anymore.