Somber is my mind, now that

Misfortunehas faced my kind;

Weary glazed stare, Beneath the

Pitch-black hair.

On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn

Flood of tears, caused by strife

And as I griewe under the sky, even

Raven croaks to me it's despise



My warm hand against your cold

Palm...

Words echoing in the air through

You're gone...



Somber is my mind, Black is the

Colour I feel

These completely dead emotions,

Drain the last bit of me

No matter how many tiers I shed,

No matter how much I repent

Some things just can't be undone

And some of us can't be forgiven.



No matter how many tears I shed,

Some this can't be undone...



I've reached the point of the no return,

These are deeds from I can not flee

From a reflection I see a tired man,

Longin for a relief

The Black waters in front of me

Will sway me till I'm in sleep,

Carry me to the shores of Manala

Where I'll be free from my sins.

The Black waters will sway me till I'm sleep...



This Roaring stream will wash me

Pure and clean...