We wandered through the deepest depression We dwelled in the obscurest hours of darkness We ate from the tree of knowledge (of good and evil) We drank the poisoned wine Through suicide rituals and unbearable pain We just found our withered blossom A blossom which is willed to rise again To control and to annihilate A rebirth through the most powerful wisdom A result of the most confusing sin A wicked grin to the terrific past With a reminiscent tear on ruined flesh Without emotions for the weak ones The blossom grows to a never seen beauty To a god within our souls To a force with infinity To a serpent unwilled to bow