The beacon burns in fury
The knife twists in revenge
My cry is of heart's anguish
I can carry the rage of my own
My blood is black in the twilight
Black and white, right and wrong
Why so, nothing is that simple?
Nothing is quite the same
A shadow passes slowly
My eyes are blind and I sense only the cold
Why must revenge be so sweet for you?
For me it is torture but I'll keep strong
A black knife, never resting, a lively dance on my skin
Stitching me shouldn't be easy with so many holes to tie
But I can pull myself together
Love is strong, even against an invisible enemy
Black as night, darkened by an inward shadow
His blood is black by any light
And soon mine shall shine silver
And they'll know they had me wrong
But they won't relent or be sorry
But they may be one day
When I've recast myself against the world
Stronger for all my pain
And I lie waiting
I allow the night to take me
So that the day may wake me
So that I can live again
