Rend this filth made flesh
Tear away your woes
Transcend this body of excrement
Become as gold
Return to the earth stained by blood
Receive the pain earned by conquest
Bask in the ecstasy of pain
Λυπη - embodiment of agony
Accept this humblest of sacrifices
Rend this filth made flesh
Tear away your sins
Escape this body of excrement
You can never be gold
Ache... in anguish...
Weep... and grieve...
Let these tears melt into the blood-stained earth
Hear the waves crash upon the shore
The plunge, the churning depths of your ache
The tall crags reach to ink-blotted clouds
The son beckons...
The sun weeps...
All is lost to you!
Beckoning is the call beyond...
The distant undulation of sweet sorrow
Rising and falling...
"The wood rots, worms crawl beneath
The flesh decays, reducing to bone
No sight of light in months
The sun and moon have gone from me..."