In my never-ending quest
To reach absolute perfection
I climb up the decrepit walls of my keep
My empire is crumbling...

And I am falling down
A I reach for culmination
The shadows of my vanity are deepening
A life's work cast in concrete and skeletal remains...

Reaching the crest of my fort
Struggling upon walls of never-ending sleep
Closed eyelids covering burning passion
My desire and hatred collide
Into an intense repulsion...

All their hearts, all their blood
Their divine nectar I have consumed
Under the cynical glimpse of the vulture's song
Perished they are
Their beauty didn't last (long)...

I am the Judas of fate
Becoming the artefact of my hate
I am well aware that it's too late

Devilry and sloth, my companionship, well...
I, the architect of my own hell...