To whom do I owe my gratitude to?
Is it the seasons, Stars or her?
Showered with sweat and tears of blood
No snow, just the pale wind

As I look forward to darkness
I need the light
To find that special mistress
To darken my sight

As they have failed me before
I seek no strength
Thinking of the worst
Im Disappointed once again

I am tiered
Done with what has happened
Looking forward to the dawn
This man has been caught
By Succubus Angels
But how can I kill love?

Why Am I left in the dark to dwell?
Under a fake story nightmares tell