my days are grey like dirty snow
a fire's burning in my soul
why should i live - love dying in my pain
my death is reaper's gain

in solitude i cannot tale
just of my deepest sorrow
all time that's left is freezing me
i'm waiting for tomorrow

the fire in my mourning Soul burns
all my feelings to the ground
and all my hope has gone away
i simply will decay

of war in mind i ran away
the chaos lies behind me
but desert plains where i can see
the golden bright sun blinds me

no strenght no help to break this spell
this curse that grinds me down
my mortal [bad word] out of me
i'm dying on my own

the fire in my mourning Soul burns
all my feelings to the ground
and all my hope has gone away
i simply will decay