Self-portrait

By Promethean

On Somber Regards

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Forgive me sister for I've sinned

Now you must make pay

Hurt me well, hard as hell

So that I will be purified

Come and conquer my heart

With your voice and your laughter

Even though you don't care

This should happen much faster

The eclipse of my soul

My soul is very old

Old as time, cold as ice

And covered with bitter scars

The old man sang

And the crowd burst in tears

Would that happen to me

I'll reveal you my fears

In my hour of pain

There was no-one around

Not a friend, not a foe

But now I'm back for good

They say that I'm cold

And I do plead guilty

But you can not blame me

You don't know what I've been through