You can't always see
The pain a person feels...
Now, now, think it through,
Don't you see the black and blue...
I sat in the darkness
I lived without light...
Climbing on jagged steps from the hell below
Rips and tears throughout her soul she does sew...
Floating on the night wind,
Calling out to you...
......Blood......
....Drips fast...
In the wild was born a gentle flower,
sought after by all men, far and wide...
Outside lies the armour
an illusion of my strength...
Here are the souvenirs of my life
My fight, my journey my death kissed strife...
They're deep...
Deep in the forest at night...
Every night
a ritual will start...
I'm bleeding
it's flowing out and through...