• my heart,
    my body,
    my sanity,
    my life,
    all mean nothing.
    sorrow and loss float around me,
    a black cloud that fuels my sin.
    termoil is the cause for my sobbing,
    furey the cause of my wish for revenge.
    may life treat my army well,
    untill that day comes,
    when they must face the final battle,
    from which many will not return.