The stars shine down on the crimson sky as the night falls upon
The pain arrives and hurts like a twist of a knife…
It makes him wish to be gone
So heґs facing the curtain descending with a razorblade smile
Heґs taken "the path neverending" yet only to walk for a while
Heґs gazing through all that is there
and sees the world left for him to despise…
Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes
So no more joy or forgiving, heґs one with misery
Nothing left to believe in, heґs reaching out to be free
On that trail the warrior rides
chasing the fall of his soul
Lifeґs been too dire so the fullest desire has died
deep from inside
On that trail the warrior rides
from the cradle straight to the grave
Within his heart he feels his soulґs being barred
yet aberrant… aberrant
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