Fed By Blackness

Endless days he spend in vain attempts to find his calling With the gaze that night absorbed Yet Like mournful soul hope that was killed was lost forever Was cradled was consoled by blackness Will heal never Tormenting wound that bears for ages my damnation Is being in heaven mourned in deep distress by angels Mighty Father help my to find my self So that I could see my predestination Torn to pieces, destroyed is his perception Hope is gone but he tries to find salvation The light of absolution hidden by the scales Of sufferings from his eyes shone warming his tired soul Exhausted by everlasting wanderings Blood did not warm the cold stone against my hope Search for fate was cut by death