The anger swells within these veins,
Taking hold of what the Days of Gleaming
Have shone through
My greatest achievements--

In a fiery grasp of rage's content,
They,
Being shame and misfortune,
Whip 'round these arms--

Blissfully imagined in warm regret,
Sought my sorrow and anger,
Against this chain,
A Chain of Fallacy--

To yet is unknown,
To know this pain I feel,
To bargain with the Devil,
Is to die.