Self-portrait کے بول

Forgive me sister for I've sinned now you must make pay hurt me well, hard as hell, so that I will be purified Come and conquer my heart with your voice and your laughter Even though you don't care this should happen much faster The eclipse of my soul, my soul is very old old as time, cold as ice and covered with bitter scars The old man sang and the crowd burst in tears would that happen to me I'll reveal you my fears In my hour of pain there was no-one around not a friend, not a foe, but now I'm back for good They say that I'm cold and I do plead guilty But you can not blame me you don't know what I've been through.