All hope is lost they who enter here 
Now the day dissolving into thin air 
Browning she'd lies that way 
They eternal slaves 
Browning shed, here lies that way 
Hiding me from dead rain 
Here I ask for aid my sweet Eve, guide my divine entrance 
Take this ride through you, in the scattering ashes of my wound 
This Boulevard is the way that runs among the lost 
Last hope crossed following the trail 
So this way drives us to hopless place 
Rather twisted game 
She has told me I shall see the souls enslaved by those suckers 
Here I'm madly brave, on my path planting seeds of vengeance 
Take this ride through you, in the scattering ashes of my wound 
This Boulevard is the way that runs among the lost 
(I have told you we shall see the souls to misery doomed, who intellectual good have lost 
And when her hand she had stretched forth to mine, everything won't be the same will never be the same) 
Way to decadence, way of abhorrence, 
Hear the consequence, my omnipotence 
Take this ride through you, in the scattering ashes of my wound 
This Boulevard is the way that runs among the lost