Lyrics
To Thee, thy course by lot is given
Guilt breeds suspicions
and deceptions
From Eden to contemporary times
Charge and strict watch must
be made
Ageless task
A Burden of Penance
For centuries to come
Through me
you go into the city of grief
Through me
you go into the pain that is eternal
Through me
you go among people lost
Abandon hope, all ye who enter
Lifeless eyes
Ever vigil
Exanimate Gaze
that is our tyrant and enemy
Take it, my love
Let this knife lead you to us
Make you well again
