The pain drops black - out of my heart
Depressions embrace my dark sick soul
Voices called from the field beneath
A never ending story of old told pain
The thoughts - my dreams - their wishes
The spell - my might - their rise
You are the spirit in my veins
The end of my daydream
I hate you
I hate you - fuckers
My cries for fate are too still
Silence is the end of all days
I hate you
I hate you - bastard
The pain drops black - out of my heart
Depressions embrace my dark sick soul
Voices called from the field beneath
A never ending story of old told pain
The thoughts - my dreams - their wishes
The spell - my might - their rise