Paroles de Gloom

Climbing the hill of disillusion Suffering the pain of this journey All the sorrow flows into the valley And from high I contemplate... I fade reminding that vengeance is an empty cup While the nectar's taste vanishes away from my lips The betrayer soul that guides me until here Now disappears, hides from me... I search, already tired, for the amulet That will bring me back home, but Enfeebled I numb, and forget that the end Becomes dimmer as the time passes