The sun grow cold in the western sky And earlier and earlier The sun submits to the moons rise And after a summer of sorrow I now embrace myself for a winter of despair Every day deaths hand grips me so much tighter And my mistakes are frozen in my mind Even though I've often questioned why he has placed me here I never had the motivation to challenge him I once had a name but you have forgotten me I still have a face one you could never forget Pale white And cold with sedation in my eyes Where there was once life I seem to be more machine than man Now a shadow of what I used to be With murder in my eyes and malice in my heart I drop the final curtain on the bloodiest of tragedies I quiver and shake with my remorse As I head back into the storm from which I was born. Now I know what it means to be alone Oh, what it means to be so cold A lonely assassin With no place to go A lonely assassin With no place to call home A lonely assassin With no place to call his own.