[ Featuring Vale ]
The beauty in the smile of an earnest, kindred soul's heart
Pouring ever-outward consumes in me my woes
Those pitiful calls for substance
And their greed's pursuits like wolves
Never ceasing to devour every breath of good in me
Knowing this, how do I harbor this pathetic will to end
That very same beauty - this will, for self, defend?
O what a wretched man I am
Who can save me from this body of death?
O I long for the sweetest peace
That blissful leaving of this prison of flesh
