(Slave To Her Lair)



Rainy mood haunts our minds looking through the agony

Depression brought by the darkest times

When hope is hard to feel

Tell me the truth of heart that throbs in you

The rains they freeze me through

Then grief is like the wound

Drown in sin with pain that dwells within

When hopeless views are falling to the past

As hands not young and strong as before

We are in ruin

With the lack of hope, distrust, undying love

We lie among them bleeding

The truth of what will come from beneath

It dwells inside our hearts

Staring at my windows, black, I see nothing

But the end

No escape and no way out

Stay with me and force me to stay

Comfort me I live on the edge

Slave to my own grief

Do as you wish but I don't understand

How you could bear all this

Solitude is a complaint of nuclear tribes

Effusive feelings bring them down

No way to ease this pain when hope melts in rain

The tears from silent heaven