The dark black love, this feeling weak
Seeing a tombstone at my feet
The lies be told, the truth I seek
On the thrown of hell there is my seat.
The dreams of reckless, moonless nights
I search for refuge, I search for life
My tortured pain I try to fight
This feeling of helplessness, I kiss my knife
The knife it slides, it cuts so thick
My hopes and dreams just one last wish
Seeing my future, fearing my past
My life is over, the pain gone at last.
