The Beginning Of Sin — Dies Irae

look - come close your eyes and hold your thought take it, claim for yourself tis yours, the slaves know it well

seek - it's there yet you shall not find it your eyes are blinded you are weak and fragile

the truth slays abruptly rip your eyes out - the beggining of sin touch - feel the infinity yet you have your hand no more

pain and torment are the comprehension do you want to last? or know? after all, you exist no more...