Hero of the Light

A live full of terror I have lived,
the weapons I whore full of hate
The red light in my eyes.
The berserker in my body,
has burnt down the soul.

Why has the light forsaken me?
Was I not born to be
a flying, freezing,
slowly dieing angel?

Out of the ashes I have arised
In the deep an angel was born
As a child of the war.
Now only watching the earth,
becoming a new shaped world…

The ice in my veins is melting,
cause this world isn't made for me.
Am I still the same warior
and thos who haven't died
are they stil the same…

I va only watch an suffer now,
watching the world being digested
being a creature of deformity
a shade
an angel…

(was oorspronkelijk als liedjestekst bedoeld)