How can you describe the pain?

Merciless, revived, insane?

...

Memories lay deep... caught up!

With no bleam to lit them up...

My only dream... is to believe

But every flame is ought to leave

...

How can you describe the rain?

Merciless, alive, the same?

For me... it is just a game

To be played... To let them in...

(those memories

Those brushed-out moments...)

For I... like to think it's right

To give... the unforgiven

So every bleam... is litten

And the Dark Wing... lose its might!