Quietus (Epica)

The culprit, you act before thinking 
Caught in your ignorant sin 
And lying to your own reflection, 
you thought you could hide 

Deprived of my own innocence, denied 

The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance 

See, hear the torture inside 
Devouring what was left of my pride 
You thought it‘s not going to happen to you, 
thought you could hide 

The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance 
Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and 
Your regret has spread over the sea

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