Vanity - Celtic Frost

Deep within my bleeding heart

Stranded by the hold of fear

Agony takes a final role

Sipping the dew of tears

Thorns and rites idols of false

Tearing apart the skin of lust

Forever still but never born

Broken by the final quest

Vanity, silent choir spreading lies

Vanity, fallen shrine of muted sighs

Surrender, dance and cry

Their Tormented eyes perceive

Grasps of fright, lusters crawl

Tarnished grounds of faded beliefs