Songtext von Descent

Slowly crawling down the hole I came from A voluntary return to that which drains me completely Fading breath Thinning blood Twisted body parts and all that is just effects on the surface A challenge of what you are through self-inflicted wounds It will not make you supreme to those who you see as inferior Where everything is in the thought Hunter of souls who will empty you of all that you were and you become one of the shadows on the windowpane In the confused thoughts regarding the meaning of this Empty on the thought of seizing Stand nailed to the ground or change what stands in my way? The rules of whom? Whose life is this?