Should I be grateful
For living in this haze
So grey i cannot see
The path i must follow?
I have to face
My own sins through time.
In my sudden loneliness
I breath, I live
Is there no right to be loved?
Now let that shame
Forever fill my blade
I still don't know, why I was born
Far away to heal my scorn
When all my mind is gonna fall
So, am I too weak to survive?
But if blood stains on my past
This will be a fond farewell
Till the twelfth and final time
All these feelings
Won't be on my side
Weaker and weaker I'll grow
Till I murder my soul
Nothing
Can stop me now
I'll fulfill
My destiny now or never
Far away to heal my scorn
When all my mind is gonna fall
So, am I too weak to survive? (Is there anything left for me?)
But if blood stains on my past
This will be a fond farewell
Till the twelfth and final time
I always wanted
To find a rift in time
I always needed
To tear up my mind
Is there no right to be loved?
Now let that shame
Forever fill my blade
Then I will know
Why I was born
Far away to heal my scorn
When all my mind is gonna fall
So, am I too weak to survive?
But if blood stains on my past
This will be a fond farewell
Till the twelfth and final time