I am infinite, that lonely sorrow, facing off against the rain; never blinks as death surrounds me, making angels deal with pain; of all my dead, I felt the tears flow deeper down from reddened eyes; the task of killing living things made gentle fingers feel like knives; hate towards me is just excuses for the instinct deep inside; when even darkness shudders at me, down in exile I reside.

I am infinite, I make you wonder where the teardrops meet the scars; when death surrounds the world you live in, all the power can be ours; sneaking past the dictators of what made me the thing I am; little children sob before me, human beings, they call me damned; etched in my skin is a message of horror, scratched in my soul is a black sign of fear; I am the hunter that feeds on your daydreams, you should feel frightened when my shadow draws near.

I am infinite, the only thing that stands before your hopes and prayers; happiness is not an option for the things that try to care; in my world, the hero who stands up against the evil dread; is only food for demons, as we suck the suck the sins up from his head; I am the master of those who are Eaters, gorging down feelings like love and remorse; ruling the land of the creatures of darkness, those who have fallen down this bloody course.

I am infinite, that lonely sorrow, facing off against the rain; if even angels fight to kill me, every angel will be slain; the only love I ever had was my raging power over all; I am the infinite creature who watches, as nightmares take over and happiness falls; my life goes on always, and I have but one role; to forever cause teardrops to drown people's souls.