Where is there good? Wherever I look, whatever I see, in darkness I brood.
The answer I found within me.
Where is there life? Whatever I am, wherever I go, there is but strife.
The answer to this I finally know.
Only in darkness is there light. Firstly shorn, in Evil is there Right, already born.
Only in Death is there Life, as we embrace, our souls torn as if by knife, we find solace.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.