Suffering
Suffering
The night the sun died, I felt my blood run cold.
No longer touched by its warm embrace.
Though the wolf still howls at the moon,
And with each breath I choke again.
Under a starless sky I sit alone,
Thoughts visit memories of a stranger to long ago.
Although this feeling never dies,
I think back to all those time, when I was more.
When I was more, much more than this.
And as this feeling slowly dies,
I begin to realize, I'm so much more.
I´m so much more
Just like a withering rose, this slowly dies
A life that's drowning in a sea of suffering.
In this nightmarish world a broken man lies,
And prays to escape the 8th circle of hell.
And if you, could see in some dead blackened dream,
The man I was.
And if you, could see in some dead blackened dream,
Though the beast that I've become is more than I ever was.
Although this feeling never dies,
I think back to all those time, when I was more.
When I was more, much more than this.
And as this feeling slowly dies,
I begin to realize, I'm so much more.
I´m so much more
And so it carries on, the struggle that I've faced, one to many times.
And yet every time, it feels like the first and I question why
When the hurt that binds me like a serpent to its prey
Will never let me forget what you made me remember
I'll push through, straight into darkness
I'll break through, straight into darkness
Suffering
The night the sun died, I felt my blood run cold.
No longer touched by its warm embrace.
Though the wolf still howls at the moon,
And with each breath I choke again.
Under a starless sky I sit alone,
Thoughts visit memories of a stranger to long ago.
Although this feeling never dies,
I think back to all those time, when I was more.
When I was more, much more than this.
And as this feeling slowly dies,
I begin to realize, I'm so much more.
I´m so much more
Just like a withering rose, this slowly dies
A life that's drowning in a sea of suffering.
In this nightmarish world a broken man lies,
And prays to escape the 8th circle of hell.
And if you, could see in some dead blackened dream,
The man I was.
And if you, could see in some dead blackened dream,
Though the beast that I've become is more than I ever was.
Although this feeling never dies,
I think back to all those time, when I was more.
When I was more, much more than this.
And as this feeling slowly dies,
I begin to realize, I'm so much more.
I´m so much more
And so it carries on, the struggle that I've faced, one to many times.
And yet every time, it feels like the first and I question why
When the hurt that binds me like a serpent to its prey
Will never let me forget what you made me remember
I'll push through, straight into darkness
I'll break through, straight into darkness