| The night is gone and they are tired. |
| But the taste of victory is strong. |
| Marching past those dreadful fires. |
| Longing for a peaceful home. |
| Where candles burn instead of men. |
| Burning for their fallen friends. |
| And children play with wooden swords. |
| Pretending to be one of them. |
| Streets are filled with hopeful wives. |
| Who all proudly raise their heads. |
| Are their loved ones still alive? |
| Or will they sleep in empty beds. |
| On pillows soaked with silent tears. |
| Full of dark but lucid dreams. |
| Now the time is almost there. |
| To see what’s become of all their fears. |
| When I open up my eyes. |
| These Images reflect the darkened skies. |
| I try to hide insanity. |
| Still trapped inside this tragedy. |
| It’s difficult to accept this new reality. |
| Start believing my own lies. |
| I want to believe… |
| So listen to your heart! |
| Is there something left… a sense of life? |
| There is still hope… |
| But where can it be found? |
| You must search your entire soul! |
| I shall try so hard… |
| There is still some good inside |
| In this world I really can’t exist. |
| In the end there’s nobody I’ve truly missed. |
| The shadow of my past, it conquers me. |
| I’ve chosen the easy path of war. |
| Don’t you walk away from me! |
| It’s the only way to be… |
| Think of the love we’re giving you. |
| It feels so damn cold inside! |
| But all we give is warmth. |
| It burns my soul deep within!!! |
| My eyes are filled with hate. |
| The fear in their eyes will bring them to their fate. |
| No one will ever escape my pain. |
| I feel so much rage, blood and agony. |
| Killing all of them, it’s like a monstrosity. |
| All of them will soon be mine. |
| It seems to be the fear is gone. |
| Somehow they let the past go free. |
| But it’s the silence before the storm. |
| Because some wounds are deepening. |
| Leaving scars inside his mind. |
| Shades of red which turn him blind. |
| He feels the moment’s almost there. |
| To leave humanity behind. |
| Although used to feel the pain. (I want to believe) |
| He’s too scared to kill himself. |
| But the urge runs through his veins. (There's still hope) |
| He exists for no one else. |
| Hating men’s mortality. |
| While he steps beyond the light. (For love!) |
| Everyone he used to love. |
| Now becomes his enemy… |