I walk the path of the damned,
The path of a man with no soul.
A man with no fear, nor love,
The one with no goal.
By thy glance I have been slain,
And thus my struggling is in vain.
I still wish this is not the end,
That to my wounds you shall tend.
But for you I have no meaning,
And thus my life shall never have;
Above the abyss I have been leaning,
Slowly being torn in half.