[after all these years, disappointment
emptiness and lack of purpose
Everything I am, everything Ive learned
I would trade it all for a life worth living
the choir of angels makes me sleep
but when I wake up, I return to the abyss
the candle light is going out
the tip of the pentagram did not close
Can you really help me?
What do you have to offer?
the taste of wine, the fresh wind
all the time I wasted living in a dungeon
I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good]