Begone ye screams of silence, harbingers of pain,
Cloaked in isolation, you mock in harsh disdain,
My soul is torn usunder, I curse you God of Hell,
As you pierced my tortured soul, what horrors I befell,
You spoke of quiet solitude, to tempt me to your lair,
Then lanced me in my troubled heart to depths of dark despair.
Nemesis, I beg of thee, rise up in righteous ire,
Protect me from Tisiphone, from Hell's eternal fire,
With all my voice I scream to you, protect me from the night,
Alas, in desperation, I journey to the light,
Banished to mind's coventry, I heed the demon's call,
Beckoned by the silent screams, I enter Dante's Hall,
Drawn into the vortex, I hope and pray to find,
Total absolution, illusions of the mind?
Drowning in disharmony, upon a tranquil sea,
Adrift upon the river Styx, am blind but yet I see,
Bowing to Mephistopheles, as Faust I sell my soul,
Unto the Fallen Angels, at last I cede control,
On bended knee I enter, the world of waking dreams,
Final absolution, farewell to silent screams.