Eve of the cold I take a walk outside;

To escape the inner fight..

Wind blows the snow over my troubled soul;

Pain that won't leave me alone..



Under the burden that makes me insane;

I fade away..

They pull me into their lonely world of pain;

A horror parade..



Sorrow in my torn soul;

And a war within..

To whom can I turn?



Hollow in my thorn crown;

The load of grief..

The pain that I bear..



All the confessions poured upon my soul;

The turmoil inside..

To whom can I turn to on my own sorrow;

I pray for my soul..



Sorrow in my torn soul;

And a war within..

To whom can I turn?



Hollow in my thorn crown;

Can I turn to You?

The Painbearer