i scream against the coming of morning
with the light comes the scorning
is it because im evil inside
or because my soul has died
i search the night for something insubstantial
making me feel so inconsequential
all i want is the light to burn my pain away
leave me open to whatever anyone can say
am i a man or a beast
ill offer my soul up to feast
i can feel the ice in veins
with a meaning so plain
i felt the light burning inside of me once
making me feel worhtless and dunce
whyd i let the cold grab onto me
when through ice i could never be
im not a beast but not quite a man
something thought lost in times sand
i will speak of love and growl of hate
because i have given myself to fate
may the gods bless me
even though sinner i am
may the gods bless you
another soul damned
