The incoherent system of lifenStructured in my self dark ideologynBut why am I sombre with pride?nIt may be a prelude to a symphonynnThrough this prelude Carnal ConfinementnAnguish was my closer friendnOnce into the world of breathinglessnI'll be glad to meet my endnnMy flesh, I overwhelmnAs I rise in ecstasynProceed into the realmnOf blissful immortalitynnWinds of pureness I inhalenHow can they love this life so miserable?nI neglect my beingnHow can they trust this God so feeble?nnThe inner belief now I denynI structured in myself my proper entitynInner-prelude increases my will to flynSounds of Blackness, my energynnThrough this prelude Carnal ConfinementnAnguish was my closer friendnOnce into the world of breathinglessnI'll be glad to meet my end