| It’s finally come, come to knock down my door
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| I can’t hide this time like I hid before
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| The storm is awake, the danger is real
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| My time’s running out -- don’t feel, don’t feel
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| «Fear will be our enemy
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| And death its consequence»
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| That’s what they once said to me
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| And it’s starting to make sense
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| All this pain, all this fear began because of me
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| Is the thing they see, the thing I have to be?
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| A monster, were they right?
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| Has the dark in me finally come to light?
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| Am I a monster full of rage?
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| Nowhere to go but on a rampage?
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| Or am I just a monster in a cage?
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| What do I do?
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| No time for crying now
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| I’ve started this storm
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| Gotta stop it somehow
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| Do I keep on running?
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| How far do I have to go?
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| And will that take the storm away
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| Or only make it grow?
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| I’m making my world colder
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| How long can it survive?
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| Is everyone in danger
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| As long as I’m alive?
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| Was I a monster from the start?
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| How did I end up with this frozen heart?
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| Bringing destruction to the stage
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| Caught in a war that I never meant to wage
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| Father, you know what’s best for me
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| If I die, will they be free?
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| Mother, what if after I’m gone
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| The cold gets colder and the storm rages on?
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| No!
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| I have to stay alive to fix what I’ve done
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| Save the world from myself
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| And bring back the sun
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| If I’m a monster then it’s true
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| There’s only one thing that’s left for me to do
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| But before I fade to white
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| I’ll do all that I can to make things right
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| I cannot be a monster
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| I will not be a monster
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| Not tonight |