When I see every trace of mine
I see the biggest fear
A darkness where no love dwells
Out loud I hear the silhouette
Wicked shade of me
Has my voice and my eyes
But not my soul
Not even death will change that
Weak and broken, weeping and harmed
I behold my sorrow personified
Its shape, the same in the mirror
Where I will descend, forever
The weak points are there
But attacking them will cause a war
A battle of self
Where I'll be defeated, forever
Wicked shade of me
Has my voice and my eyes
But not my soul
Not even death will change that
Into an endless fall
Twisted and dark
Fighting myself uselessly
Like a hell punishment