Black are the crumpled feathers,
Of chain shackled wings...

The luxury of revenge, meets unpredicted ends,
Rage invokes supremacy, bleak yet not an end...

This is my life,
But I cannot live it...

The sun is shining on the grass today,
It numbs the pain, it numbs the pain...

The moonlight is bright tonight,
As the dark lord plans his nightly frights...