Black Crown Initiate Purge
I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing
As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing
Bind my hands, close my eyes;
Let go of this
None is chance, all is life;
You know of this
I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing
As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing
I'll go under, deep below the earth and purge;
Tear out my innards and burn
Turn the mind to darkest light and learn
That none are real with human sight;
This human frame, a most pathetic rite
I'll purge...
Purge
(None are real with human sight)
