Kształt Bólu

[Shape Of Pain]

Hell is one step behind us
We vanish into its blaze
Whatever it may be
I know a part of it

Solitude I curse myself
Tormented by conscience
Bastions of the wicked, blinded mob, yeah!
Armies of those deprived of banners

Imprisoned, suffering soul
Condemned there, I cried alone
Verily I say to you
This is too much to take
For a soul like me, like you

Torn
I begged alone, I begged alone

Torn
Alone

Solitude I curse myself
Tormented by conscience
I've seen faces of agonized
I've seen their dirty bloodstained hands
Banished from their world, they exist without point
Imprisoned, suffering soul
Condemned there, I cried alone
Not worthy enough, I can't speak about it
Contemplation is all that I have left

Torn!
I begged alone, I begged alone

Torn
alone

When you're full of misery
When you despise yourself or think
That others despise you
it's then when you take revenge!

Yeah!
When you fall down in shame
You see the true image of yours
Will haunt you till the end
You won't change this, no, you can't
When you will hear your own cry
Filled with pain and misery
Only then will you realize
That you have lost this game!
You!