Cutting through the dark
It's a cold, it's a dark which dwell in my shivering heart
My fears make me chasing through the losses I bear,
All these pieces which are falling apart.
I grieve in my perplexed despair
My fear keeps taking more from me
To my enemies glee
For them it's never enough, and now I must flee.
Missing grounds beneath my burning feet
There's no friend, no bird, no flower left for which I'm in need
All I've got is from what the human's dignity must retreat
And Devil will cherish this fear inside me until the seed
Of damned belief corrupts my damaged soul
And thus my death proceeds to cease misfortunes blow.