• My heart is but a dark abyss,
    No day nor light be found.
    The knife that's left so many scars,
    I've left upon the blood stained ground.

    The tears of woe are left behind
    With those who have in life found peace,
    And in this dark and dreary night
    This heart beat soon shall finally cease.

    Happiness has long been gone,
    Warm blood no longer fills my veins.
    And all these pressing, morbid thoughts
    Shall cease to be with all my pains.

    The drop from here seems long and steep,
    The constant flow a pressing cold.
    The memories of this scene come forth,
    In forgotten times from years of old.

    Sweet death thy lips are drawing near,
    To relieve my darkened mind.
    At the bottom of this river deep,
    I leave my burdened soul behind.