Lycanthrope Official Website

Chosen Misery

Distress this rotting wound
It's time to crucify my own dignity

No joy
No hope
But no need for sympathy
This is the misery that I chose

Mistress with sullen face dwells in my wound
My own tragedy

Disrupt
Corrupt
Dismember cracked heart
This is the misery that I want

No one can deny this chosen misery
Peace of mind is derived from chosen misery

Caress this rotten wound
Feel no pain anymore
My own serenity

It burned, torn apart, and filled with drips of venom
There is no sign of scar you left