Slow the Art of fear,nWrithe against the fadingnIn these sheltered years,nI escape from this cruel worldnnChose to domineer,nThrive against all failingnAre these wretched tearsnJust remains of my ruined worth...nnYou'll never save me again...nReanimate me again...nnInto the grave,nWith all the the symptoms you create,nInto the fray,nWith all the sickness you'll remain