Of outbursts and outcries
of myths and liesin that gentle veil of silencethe love so pure, dies
The heart wailsand it bleedsfor all it couldn't getand all it needs
And he's punishedhe's tornfor all that is redfor all he had worn
There were woundsthere were scarsand he was tiedbehind the bars
Oh, there was laughterand there was curethere was lunacyand there was lure
There was luston top of hatred's pilethere were the unfulfilled desiresand a wicked smile
Oh, there was freedomthere was salvationbut he knew it cannot dienot his own creation
On the path of oblivionlied his grave, treacherousand so he awaited, unawareof the fate precarious...