Painbearer Eve of the cold I take a walk outside; To escape the inner fight. Wind blows the snow over my troubled soul; Pain that won't leave me alone. Under the burden that makes me insane; I fade away. They pull me into their lonely world of pain; A horror parade. Sorrow in my torn soul; And a war within. To whom can I turn? Hollow in my thorn crown; The load of grief. The pain that I bear. All the confessions poured upon my soul; The turmoil inside. To whom can I turn to on my own sorrow; I pray for my soul. Sorrow in my torn soul; And a war within. To whom can I turn? Hollow in my thorn crown; Can I turn to You? The Painbearer