Would I be the terrible one?
Standing alone on my dying throne
So don't look back to not see my steps
One must have wings, if one loves the depths

Life seems to take another form
In realize that I've been broken since I was born
I accepted that everything was in vain
But I never stopped feeling pain

I will profane crumb by crumb
So call me witch and let me burn
For all the moment that was the only one
Dying in my hands like the son of Ivan

Life seems to take another form
In realize that I've been broken since I was born
I accepted that everything was in vain
But I never stopped feeling pain (and disdain)