The Art Of Suffering Well

First she has the entire World,

Then she loses it all.

And when she thinks the worst all passed, it's just about to come.



A bud of desperation

Has taken now her soul.

She'll need to do the best she can

Cause here starts her war.



But she's got to be a master

In the art of suffering well.

And when she's got the skill to kill

Her mind is ready to begin the conquest

Of the art of suffering well.



She must forget her previous time

She'll have to see beyond.

She'll live with no regret at all,

But the pain will never go.



She must destroy her feelings.



A mishap she has to own

She'll be at one with darkness and

Spit at Jesus's throne.



Demon of sorrow, my life recieve.

I want to play with you Cruelty's melody...



... I want to play with you

Cruelty's melody...

... In Hell!



She'll suffer therefore she will exist

May the Grief be revealed on her

By a psycho succubbu, demon of sorrow her skilled soul shall receive.



For her, who has improved the art of suffering well.

Give her refuge

Beneath your wings.



Give her the keys

That opens the door to the Realm of The Grief.