| I let go of the world
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| I let go of the light
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| Then I fell towards memories of the dead
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| To the blackness I fell
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| I was lost, I was scared
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| And alone with the memories of the dead
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| Every single step I fear to take
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| No light at all and no end in sight
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| I must find my way
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| I must find my way
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| Now that I’m living here
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| And there’s nowhere to go
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| Speaking to me are memories of the dead
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| How to cope and endure
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| And survive all of this
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| I must listen to memories of the dead
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| In this place I must control my fear
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| By myself I must learn to be comfortable in darkness
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| To be comfortable in darkness
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| Is this darkness within and is life just the one
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| Is all of this in my head?
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| If it is I can choose
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| What I think, what I feel
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| These things I fear are only real in my head
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| Now I found the choices I can make
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| I choose to rule my fear and not to break
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| I will master my own darkness
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| There is no step that I now fear to take
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| The world within me, is mine to create
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| My fate is in my own hands
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| Now I understand
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| How it can be, how I can see, how I can find a way
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| To be comfortable in darkness
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| To be comfortable in darkness
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| Victory of myself, by myself over me
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| To be comfortable in darkness
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| In darkness |