On powerful wings of merciless might.
She comes to visit me this night.
Her icy touch will seal my fate
and take my soul to deaths black gate.
My spirit will wither in this living hell
and my life will be naught but an empty shell.
I will not survive, yet nor shall I die.
I will exist for a lifetime in a warped mirrors lie.
I will hear on a breeze of what life could have been
while tried and consigned to payment for sin.
The pain will be great, constant and sure
But my soul is condemned so I will endure.
I will plead for release from the heavens above
and beg to be freed from the torchers of love.