The Hermit Songtext
von Aeons Abyss

My hate frustrated
Endless outrage grown weary
Idealism is exhausted
Enthusiasm extinguished

Pleasure with terror diluted
Turned equally banal
Bled of feeling stripped of meaning
Only the yearning to decay

Divorced from life′s patient rhythm
A fantasy of what's to come
Wanting to disappear
I face death without fear


Their need oppresses me
Stripped of anxiety
Fit for atrocity
I am estranged
Utterly estranged

See my mind devour itself
On reason′s tortured circle bent
Emotions flared caste no impression
And vomits pure apathy
A dark inclination to maim
A casual compulsion to kill
Possessed with ambivalence
Now the perfect terrorist

Deaf to affirmation
Without consolation
Lost in conspiracy
Their greed repulses me
Martyrdom made clear