Time, has passed me by,
Thoughts, have blinded my mind,
But only you have now survived…
To open the creation that was deeply hidden in my eye.
And now, when millions have died,
When death and darkness is surrounding me by,
I know that you'll come, and like a Phoenix you'll revive,
The flame, the hope that still shines…
But you'll come and see,
And you will feel just like me,
Alone…alone…alone…
With this thought that is my own.
Now, don't cry, don't come,
In this blood, forsaken town,
Sickness, cold will struck you down,
Please, please don't come…
Death will come to you
If you'll not obey me too,
And for those that are now few
Cruel will be their destiny,
Cruel will be their judgment.
In this black and narrow imagine,
Of an vague and darken face,
Loneliness is wining ground
Evil is preserving now.
In my eyes, behind my heart,
In my mind inside my soul,
I believe in the coming of another day
For a day that I now prey.
And in this sacred day of mine,
If you'll come, I'm sure of that,
Just a tear to spear you must
For the ones that you once trust.
But if, I now may say,
Cruel I think will be the day,
When we'll meat the ones that have enslaved
Our thoughts, our heart, our soul.
