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My wings no longer bear me up high. |
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And my halo is more like horns. |
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I do not remember how long I have wandered this earth. |
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I have no strength to fight. I can only hate. |
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I am a pure hate. |
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Father, warm my black soul with hellish fire. |
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My hearth is so cold. |
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There is no life in my eyes. |
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And I cannot find final rest. |
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Master! Master! |
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Why have you done this to me? |
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Have mercy over my tortured soul. |
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Master! Master! |
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Why hast thou forsaken me? |
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Why do you reject my prayers? |
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Year after year. |
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My veins just turn to dust. |
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And the tears have long since dried up. |
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My hands are too weak to cut my heart. |
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Which would only bring me more pain... |
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I walk through the empty cemetery. |
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But I cannot find my grave. |
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When will my time to leave come? |
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There is only solitude and suffering here. |
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In my desperation. I curse the heavens. |
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But there is no one waiting for me there. |