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.