Somber is my mind, now that
Misfortunehas faced my kind;
Weary glazed stare, Beneath the
Pitch-black hair.
On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn
Flood of tears, caused by strife
And as I griewe under the sky, even
Raven croaks to me it´s despise

My warm hand against your cold
Palm...
Words echoing in the air through
You´re gone...

Somber is my mind, Black is the
Colour I feel
These completely dead emotions,
Drain the last bit of me
No matter how many tiers I shed,
No matter how much I repent
Some things just can´t be undone
And some of us can´t be forgiven.

No matter how many tears I shed,
Some this can´t be undone...

I´ve reached the point of the no return,
These are deeds from I can not flee
From a reflection I see a tired man,
Longin for a relief
The Black waters in front of me
Will sway me till I´m in sleep,
Carry me to the shores of Manala
Where I´ll be free from my sins.
The Black waters will sway me till I´m sleep...

This Roaring stream will wash me
Pure and clean...