Purge

Memories of sorrow lie behind, dead A shadow world awaits ahead The idea of sacrifice seems more like a vice Pleasure through pain until it’s sufficed In solitude, tormented, you call to the infinite void Weak voyeurs, their desire became an urge No escape, commence the cleansing, execute the purge Purity cast in a wooden box, ablaze torches decimate Oblivion is all you own, hate finally made it home