Silence, decay, and crimson are they...

I scream but the sound must be on delay...

the pounding of something the pressure it siezes...

threatening to tear me in infinite pieces.

I cannot be here... I cannot I musn't...

How can this be I've learned my lesson....

I will not murder or joy in the burnings...

of innocence excuse me, remembering is joy overwhelming...

Oh can this be?  Can I be?  The worst of the worms...

A carcass of hate, a breed of the night...

come here King of Wretched I long for a fight....

I'll tear out your splene and eat it....slowly...

Please show your discomfort... scream for the lowley.

I am past redemption, and long past forgiveness...

I've harnessed the hatred and abide my red prison...

Event Horizon I cannot turn back from...

I cannot pretend to undo what's been done...

Screeeam for me, but no one will hear...so I vomit the truth...

for the truth I must bear.

I bear it, the will of the serpentine King...

Oh pity me fruitless...the bastard they sing...

I bear it the burn of the crimson rain...

Oh pity me not...Othalius Cain.