only for the wind I lay myself down

feeling this scarlet scent of death

under ebony shades I dream of a child

dancing in heaven, dancing in heaven

I must have seen this face before

a monument of shallow sorrows

under ebony shades a child now dies

but grievance won't regain

something grasp for my soul

I think it's god

but my sorrow is dragging me down

through my sins

where is god in his heaven

why am I a twisted mind

now I see the light above

but in darkness I must fall

for my soul you pray at last

will I find my place?

the stench of sorrow that pierce my flesh

can never be pure

when the blackness overwhelms me

where shall I turn

to run away to never look back

to run away from evil