• Bloody hands
    Broken wall

    Bloody mirror
    Broken soul

    Bloody knife
    Broken heart

    Sadness that overwhelms thy soul
    Depression that overwhelms...

    Death is one last wish that upon thyself thy do wish
    For in the netherlands is my last hope

    One last chance at happiness, for love has lost my interest
    And do I dare ask the question? Will I always be a sad and lonely girl destined
    To have no love?

    My hands which are stained with blood, my wounds that inflict my pain, the Chains that bound me to eternal darkness, love will never come and I will Forever lie in the puddle of sorrow that has my heart shattered across your Floor...