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Forced on a spree on that dark sacred night

Driven to clear my name

And those who I left alone frightened by death

They will remember my name



I hit in the shadows to seize the right moment

To do what the voice told me to

My dreariness filled up my body and soul

So I prayed for just another clue



And suddenly, frightened I realized my fate

I foresaw my upcomming deeds

Since death left me out, I have become

His henchman to wander his fields



I walk so far holding on to my pride

Never loosing my dignity

I glance at the sky, begging give me a sign

Relieve me of my destiny



My whole life passed by in an instant of fear

As I struggled to not loose myself

I threw myself down to the ground in despair,

"Why am I here? Why this fate? You must tell!"



But no one can save me from all of the claims

That linger forever inside

Forever I'm captured between life and death

To search for the lost in the night



And suddenly, frightened I realized my fate

I foresaw my upcomming deeds

Since death left me out, I have become

His henchman to wander his fields



I walk so far holding on to my pride

Never loosing my dignity

I glance at the sky, begging give me a sign

Relieve me of my destiny



Where would I be

If I knew from the start

Where would I be

If I knew from the start



I walk so far holding on to my pride

Never loosing my dignity

I glance at the sky, begging give me a sign

Relieve me of my destiny