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