Can there really be hope out there?
Should someone so lonesome be free all-of-the-sudden?
I don't get it,
life can be so hard,
you can control it.
People say there's light out there,
that if you just have some hope,
you'll see it.
I don't get it, i can't see the light,
as much as i try,
its just not there.
I see only darkness.
I pick this dark side,
it's the only thing i see and have ever seen.
I know nothing else.
My hearth,
so black as the night we live in.
My soul cannot be pure for the things that i have done.
I am a Dark Angel,
one that has fallen from above and is lost in this world.
I fear nothing.
I know no one.
My choice had been made a long time ago and I do not regret it.
Death cannot take me.
Death is my friend.
Death, my friend, you are always there,
from you, no one flees, you are everywhere,
still, I wonder, why you are never here...
Death, my friend, you release others from pain,
all those people, they get free, so many gone,
yet,
I am left alone here for the past century.
