The world will turn away from the sun once more..
The night will come and liberate me again from this terrible light..


The cold will creap on slowly and enter my bones once more..
The anger in my soul will be tempted to reveal itself yet again...


Restlessness, Anger and a troubled soul..
The warrior spirit strong and brave. Suffering from something as ordinary as daylight.


Holding my sword tight against my breast, my muscles shivering and my mind wanders.
The morning slowly arriving, the light appearing over the horizon..

The tears over my rough cheek glimmering, the pumping blood in my veins..
i crawl up in the only shadow i can find and i press my eyes closed as hard as i can..

The morning arrives over the horizon, Crying with my sword tight against my breast i whisper the words..
So careful... So soft... So quiet...

please......

Please...
let this horrible peace end.....



"like a sunrise without an horizon, i endure this world"