A deadly storm fulfils the air With pain, hatred and grief The end of sorrow feels so near The bleakness whispers through my ears The ambience of mourning and destruction It tells me to follow a path Which is trapped, trapped between worlds I'm not an optimist, but sometimes hope is missed Losing myself in this whirlwind it pulls me from my empty throne I won't let the coldness gain the upper hand of the good in me The bleakness whispers through my ears The ambience of mourning and destruction It tells me to follow a path Which is trapped, trapped between worlds Teach me oblivion The devil made my head his home Teach me oblivion The pain is caused by my own