The Hermit 가사

…Grains… of… sanity… The Hermit… he stays… pure in his mind Loathe for all, and oneself Alone, he lives, in shadows Over encompassing pain… he takes all burden upon himself. In observance he acts too hasty… and furthers to learn The end… is nothing, compared to the ages of thought …and witness to the times. Vilest purities is the foundation of all… …and he, scorned from light… will walk a path with raining curses Visions of her will black out the sun. Broken in the abyss… the flame that breathes is no longer What can time, truly provide… …can it offer me, something worthy? I am bestowed with punishment …and to who do I fucking owe? I am the regret, I am the disappointment On a silver platter, weighed… my heart, my soul and my loathing for this world I will bestow your punishments …and to me… you will owe For all that you do is unworthy… and all I have left is my heart, my soul and my loathing for this world. Ignoring the existence of time… yet surroundings are ever changing The vile metamorphosis wears him down… a change, forced Whilst he still rejecting. Neither the world, nor he, refuses to lose… to this uphill battle For when, will my questions be answered? Shall I have to tie this noose? Damn you, Cursed sun! I am the tainted one! First of the last-born son! The rights to a life, therefore accepted There is no strength, without control Grasped in my hands, vice-like grip Scabbed knuckles whitening… hesitant of release. To have vice and temptation… ever absent these simple grains of sanity In constant paranoia, I dwell… all too slowly I feel it slipping away All too slowly… I feel it slipping away. Lack of grace, lack of salvation… spite for every breath As I loosen my grip… all too slowly, I think I'm slipping away All too slowly… I think I'm slipping away.