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Endless days he spend in vain attempts to find his calling

With the gaze that night absorbed

Yet

Like mournful soul hope that was killed was lost forever

Was cradled was consoled by blackness

Will heal never

Tormenting wound that bears for ages my damnation

Is being in heaven mourned in deep distress by angels

Mighty Father help my to find my self

So that I could see my predestination

Torn to pieces, destroyed is his perception

Hope is gone but he tries to find salvation

The light of absolution hidden by the scales

Of sufferings from his eyes shone warming his tired soul

Exhausted by everlasting wanderings

Blood did not warm the cold stone against my hope

Search for fate was cut by death