Eve of the cold I take a walk outside;   To escape the inner fight..   Wind blows the snow over my troubled soul;   Pain that won't leave me alone..      Under the burden that makes me insane;   I fade away..   They pull me into their lonely world of pain;   A horror parade..      Sorrow in my torn soul;   And a war within..   To whom can I turn?      Hollow in my thorn crown;   The load of grief..   The pain that I bear..      All the confessions poured upon my soul;   The turmoil inside..   To whom can I turn to on my own sorrow;   I pray for my soul..      Sorrow in my torn soul;   And a war within..   To whom can I turn?      Hollow in my thorn crown;   Can I turn to You?   The Painbearer