The wounds dried up I dreamed
Still the liquid blood I must feel
Light at the end of the tunnel it seemed
Heavens and gods made me heal
But no heavens and gods exist to me
A fraud, a rebel, a treacherous sin
I witness the curse of love given by me
Its pages burned, cruelty hidden within
I plead to the guity to take my guilt
Lonesome sight but not a word to say
Destruction of kingdom I once built
Turned the joyous November into May
I break, I break, I fall to the ground
A slave who dreamed to be the brave
Trace my skin, see the flare not found
See my secrets, never taken to the grave
I'm not the shadow of my dreams
I'm the epitome of my nightmares
Watch me wither, my flooded stream
Catch me, kill me alive, no life to spare
My life one must not spare.