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Watching the blue sky, should I feel happy?

My visions are tainted by the dark clouds of sadness.

I'm exhausted by this grim walk and

So far no crossroads has diverged from my path.

I see you, maggots, crawling at my feet

Exploiting weakness,

Awaiting for chances to shiv your blade

Between my ribs, taste the blood,

Suck my innermost out.

Now my peace is ruined,

My sanctuary is built on the scorched ground.

Due to my rage,

Into a restless life I am bound.

Tranquil mind -- banished to the nether.

My garrotted spirit -- cursed into oblivion.

Over these sharp rocks I climb

Shadowed by the misery I've left behind.

The path of daggers, it is for my kind.

Traitor, exiled, ill lose my mind.

A few more steps, there's no sense of time.

Hours, days just pass me by.

No relief from this I find.

I'll wonder until the end of my time.

If I will never feel free, in this cage made of hatred

Foul son, a patriot, save me.

I, the exiled, far from home in this world I know too well

Here I am hated, with life I can't be sated, please hear me.

Keep on tormenting me

And when I reach the gates

Tenfold are my pains, you'll see.

Under the aegis of rancour,

I'm vulnerable indeed.

And when your arrows pierce it,

I'm wounded deadly and deeply.

And I'm not bleeding my warm heartbloods

I'm bleeding out my spirit and all its parts.

And it is tainting all my memories

This bitterness I do not recall to be real.

When the boundaries of my sanity bend

And it's devoured by the filth that

For sure means one's end.

My peace is ruined,

My sanctuary is scorched down to the ground

Due to my rage,

Into a restless life I am bound.

With tranquil mind I'll welcome the nether.

My garrotted spirit will rest in afterlife.

And I will never feel free, in this cage made of hatred!

Foul son, a patriot, save me.

I, the exiled, far from home in this world I know too well

Here I am hated, with life I can't be sated, please hear me.

So keep on tormenting me

And when I reach the gates

Tenfold are my pains

I will never feel free, in this cage made of hatred.

Foul son, a patriot, save me.

I, the exiled, far from home in this world I know too well

Here I am hated, with life I can't be sated, please hear me.

So keep on tormenting me

And when I reach the gates

Tenfold are my pains, you'll see