Quietus (Silent Reverie) (Grunt version)

The culprit, you act before thinking Ignorance burnt your desperate sin You thought it was not going to happen to you The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance See, hear the torture inside Devouring what was left of my pride You thought it was not going to happen to you Deprived of my own innocence, denied The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and Your regret has spread over the sea