Salt In The Wound کے بول

How many times have I gazed into this, the blackest mirror of my passions? Times without knowing... Rotting from the inside Blight has taken hold Salt in the wounds Salt in the wounds I made myself cold and pure like the stars so devoid empire of nihilism... All I've seen... All I've touched All I've felt Empire of wasted moments Crown of shit... Throne of regrets... Robe of hate... Sceptre of Disparagement.