Whether today or in a hundred years' time,
Even if the past still tries to snatch me from behind,
Even if I'm shaped by deep-seated fear,
I'll keep fighting so I won't disappear.
They want to grab me — the shadows deep in my heart,
Pull me down into the pain I can't forget.
Just one — I prayed for a single restart,
But I can't escape it, this painful regret.
What she had to suffer — the cruellest horror,
I couldn't even save her, free her from the torture.
I still feel guilty, so shattered inside;
I know it will kill me — the hatred won't subside.
Will I ever be normal again? Or is this the key:
To embrace the shadows that now define me?
In the end, I stand here at the lonesome horizon,
Haunted by the past, its dark echoes rise on.
Aeternum.