The faint blaze of the candle of my life, slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope inside, no shooting stars on my sky. I'm on broken wings, no flying high...

        Another night for me, another demise comes... Cadaverous wind blowing as cold as ice. And I'll let the wind blow out the light, because it gets more painful every time I die...

        I'm out of strength to fight, I cannot take another night, I cannot take it no more! Lust of lights slips through my fingers, like blood on my arms, showing me my darkest surface of mine, as the black candle wax has buried me...