The waiting darkness holds things, Deep into the colors of dream Living tones of suffering, Hidden shades of sadness within Blinded by its painful glimpses, I can see It flashing back my life The waiting darkness holds things, Shining on the blade of my knife I'm the shoemaker I know how to heal your disease I'm the shoemaker I will put your anguish at ease The mournful sounds that I hear, Ghostly symphonies of the past The weeping tunes of my fears, Dying lips expiring at last Dancing by the silent music, I can hear its dreadful voice again The mournful sounds that I hear, Harmonies of steel, blood and pain Hear the shoemaker Words of delusion and hate See the shoemaker Pictures of a man and his fate In the dark Dying woman crying weakly In the dark When I love, I love too deeply It's all gone Life isn't fair It's all gone But death and despair I'm a slave Killing for my sacred mission Kill for my joy I'm a slave Of nightmares and hallucinations Live to destroy Kryos Mary Krystos Kryos Krystorah Kryos Mary Krystos Krystorah Krystorah I'm the shoemaker The last note of one sad symphony I'm the shoemaker The final verse of my elegy