my oblivion is my surrender,
my delirium is just a way.
I'm not human, I'm not pretender,
and I'm totally not afraid.
you can throw me to the styx river,
you can leave me only my husk.
and I curse you, I will deliver
your body to the kingdom of dusk.
you won't see me defeated and bleeding,
cause I've been waiting and always knew,
that you're coming, watching and digging,
that the flowers will sprout me through.