• The grey sky calms my shattered soul,
    When will the rais fall from the Heavens?
    The cold wind gently whips around me,
    Somehow I'm comforted by this harsh cold,
    Feels as though it's welcoming me into its frozen arms.
    How I use to love the heat of the sun.
    But I cannot stay in the warmth any longer,
    It burns my skin with merciless pain.

    Darkness has gently taken hold of my breaking heart.
    Though I gave it up willingly, without a fight.
    I turn my back to the Light,
    And into the embrace of the Dark God.
    For the Darkness of Night is more welcomig,
    Than that of the bright LIght of Day.