Through the depths of despair,
where we are drowning in air;
consumed by hate and fear.
We're tormented and scorned,
as if we're not born;
and death be lurking near.
With the dreams we yearned,
and Hellfires we are burned;
we remain caged by our sins.
We are digging our grave,
waiting to be saved;
as our suffering begins.
In the depths of fate,
death approaches as we wait;
we lay to rest our head so weary.
We ponder all fate and dreams,
with the darken moonlit beams;
we awake, cold and dreary.