In the shadows, lying alone
The chill of the night reaching to the bone
I wait for you, long for you
But the misunderstandings are many and understandings, few
How can I explain the state of my mind?
For there is much that is still left to find
Not a soul present in my sight
But I will not go down without a fight
I may be weak and downtrodden
But I will not so easily be forgotten
I will rise from the low life
And again become a part of the sacred tribe
Even if I have been forsaken by you
Vengeance will be mine for I am true!
All those years I’ve hid from the world
While my insides twisted and twirled
Now I scream to be freed from this wretched place
So that I may rise from the ashes and again show my face
Oh, Providence, free me of this plague
Which cannot be destroyed by any sage
Cleanse my body of the filth that is this place
So that I may rise from the ashes and again show my face
My time has come, I am to be reborn
So that I may rid my soul of this scorn.