Born out of happiness, a child so innocent Crawled so blind into this world From a young boy to a cynical man Tried to deal with both pleasure and pain Years passed by, winter by winter and fall by fall Tears passed by, one by one and still they fall I slowly awake, as dreams start to fade, and I clear my head I rise from myself, so still As I welcome the King of the Dead The lust found in sorrow, the seeking of Gods In memory scattered, betrayed by life's odds An emptiness so deep, from all that was lost Insignificance grew larger, life raised the costs Denial fed weakness, it's food for the vile Rest under dark skies and cry with a smile