<object width="450" height="278"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnOywnevcfc&&fs=1&hl=cs_CZ&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="&hl=cs_CZ&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"></embed></object>

Erroneous illness shouting.
The outcry reviles this tattered soil...
Drowning the world in filth and distortion.
Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit � that bestowed naught.
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate � I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul...
I consign this putrid flesh.
I�ll leave my conscience to die.
A barrenness of dreams and anticipation;
Life and hope shrivel into the void.
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate � I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul...
I consign this putrid flesh.
In this pantheon of sorrow,
We are everything, yet nothing!
And as long we�re breathing,
The burden devoid of conclusion!
Unaided I slither � ravaged, silent and alone.
I smolder in anxious strife; I decline these exhausted remnants of decay.
The world is coming to an end; a vast ocean of disease...
All hope is lost... or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation.
I must tranquil these turbulent waters.
No more expressions shall leave my trait...
No further words shall be spoken.
This illness they conceived broke my tired wings.