Perverted feeling,
Insane, uncontrollable,
Tearing up my soul, my flesh,
Leaving me inconsolable.

Life of despair,
Meaningless affliction.
Perpetual iron mask,
Condemned condition.

Yet I love you,
For such is my share.
My cup overflows, rage,
I live in my despair.

Of a thousand chains,
This mortal sin links me to you,
Yet I take the chance,
This chain may free me too.

Oh love of my life,
Passion, lust, and vow
Is hell not meant to the dead?
So I must I live it now?