Phantasm — Hellsaw

Once - I didn't sense dolefulness My soul was strong, stronger that it seems to be Still nothing is like then

Once - as my fate was high The rage on the lot I suppressed Still nothing is like then

Hatred - doesn't leave me anymore Dolefulness - lets me get algid

When was the day On wich it used to happen? When I believe in my memories There were too many

Timeless, I experience my enviroment The thought on the future, it makes me sick Still I don't want do die

Revenge, seems to be a solution If not today, then even tomorrow Still I don't want to die

Lost - in self-pity Lachrymal - end my nightmare Hope shall embrace me.