Cutting through the dark

Cutting through the dark

It's a cold, it's a dark which dwell in my shivering heart

My fears make me chasing through the losses I bear,

All these pieces which are falling apart.

I grieve in my perplexed despair

My fear keeps taking more from me

To my enemies glee

For them it's never enough, and now I must flee.

Missing grounds beneath my burning feet

There's no friend, no bird, no flower left for which I'm in need

All I've got is from what the human's dignity must retreat

And Devil will cherish this fear inside me until the seed

Of damned belief corrupts my damaged soul

And thus my death proceeds to cease misfortunes blow.