Sun rises from over the hill.  A burst of light.  The thirst of power grows within my mutilated mind.  Blind by past failures. Sorry for what I was before. I regret...  For the ones that knew was I what before I am dead.  That’s how things are, I can’t come back. The point of no return.  The cold touch of sadness and frozen depression fulfills no more.  My hearth shelled in bronze.  Sun rises from over the hill.  A burst of light...    these lyrics are submitted by Broo