| Filled with sorrow…
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| Bleak inner self touched by pride,
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| devoured by solitude, still wrapped in time.
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| Flowing pain…
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| Holding myself back in suspicion…
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| and lingering in the dust…
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| the dust of my abandoned remains.
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| Killed with the dagger of life!!!
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| Such an exquisite pride in my suffering…
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| alone, all alone with the emotional
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| streams of my soul…
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| So real, so pure… yet i’m left aside
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| entangled in fear… without hope.
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| Raped by the light of the world…
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| Scorned, left behind and broken down…
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| I am truly left alone,
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| but somehow… just somehow
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| it feels like my loneliness is a victory
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| over the self-delusion of joy… and happiness.
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| My heart beats faster,
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| the anguish becomes clearer
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| and my misanthropic view gets stronger.
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| Living in the shadows…
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| so proud of being the one,
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| but desperate…
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| so desperate for a helping hand.
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| Do I really want to live this life?
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| I have a thousand reasons to die,
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| and many millions of tears to cry… in silence.
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| The human plague has emtied my life,
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| and I curse the day I was born… to this world!
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| Still, no-one else I ever want to be…
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| and no-one else I intend to be…
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| 'cause no-one else I was meant to be!
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| I need, I want, I long for my retribution…
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| I need, I want, I yearn for my retribution…
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| I want my retribution… I want it now!
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| Unity; |
| a gathering of open wounds,
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| of dark… of dark clean spirits…
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| what a dream… what a dream so distant!
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| Why should I… why should I be alone
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| when I love… when I love my brotherhood?
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| Shall I die… shall I die to be free
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| when I cry… when I cry in silence…
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| so please let me die in silence…
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| oh my god, let me die in silence! |