Silent screams - beaten and torn   Sanctify - this life of scorn   Innocence withdrawn in fear   Night grows cold and twilight's near   But the light I see is none   Just a spectrum of unreal colours   Which appears before my eyes   For you neither to see, nor to feel   Shattered scattered - remnants of life   What can be extracted from nothing   What can be found within the emptiness   Within the emptiness from which I am fed   I deal in pain - All life I drain   Cherished the grandeur of melancholy    Always and never - the skylme seems so unreal   If I had wings would I be forgiven   If I had horns would there be flames to show my cry   Laughing and crying - nothing remains   No future and no past   No one could foresee   The end has come so fast   And I reach my hand towards this ocean of despair   To grant my soul a lifetime in hell