Lay me down with hateful eyes, Never hear my dying cries. My soul it rises from my bloody corpse, To unknown plains it shall go forth. In the midst of falling, voices are calling, Pulling my soul in either direction. This hopeless struggle ends in right, It was then that I thought that I saw the light. Upon arrival I am everything but welcome, Hateful eyes of holy figures cast gazes of utter disgust upon me. Banished from this bitter sanctuary, this wrongful place, I am sent into a downward spiral, which I now must face. Falling forever I know not what to do, For, for me the light was not so true. Reaching the end I hear the voices, Voices of evil figures that too have hateful eyes. Falling to my knees I weep and scream, For I know there is no turning back. In this unholy dream I shall remain, Until my power and breath must be refrained, and my desecrated soul is no more