Somber my mind, now that Misfortunehas faced my kind; Weary glazed stare, Beneath the Pitch-black hair. On my once so live, Adorn Flood of tears, caused by strife And as I griewe under the sky, even Raven to me it's despise
My warm hand against your cold Palm... Words echoing in the air through You're gone...
Somber is my mind, Black is the Colour I feel These dead emotions, the last bit of me No matter how many tiers I shed, No matter how much I repent Some just can't be undone And some of us can't be forgiven.
No matter how many tears shed, Some this can't be undone...
I've reached the point of the no return, These are deeds from I can not flee From a reflection I see a tired Longin for a relief The Black waters front of me Will sway me till I'm in sleep, Carry me to the shores of Manala Where I'll be free from my sins. The Black will sway me till I'm sleep...
This Roaring stream will wash me Pure and clean...