Thanatos' Self-Destructive Thoughts

Consumed by pain Abducted in vein Drained off any drop of life Abandoned in my own shadow Victim of my own weariness Rotten is this repeated act of mine Act of eternal balance, fails Extending my wings at the break of dawn I bring my soft touch next to your soul I’ll take you, no doubt, I’m ready to hunt I’m joining you now, yet I’d rather fade My own pain makes me wonder… Do you really need my hands to plunder? Self-destructive thoughts! Self-destructive thoughts! Self-destructive thoughts! Self-destructive thoughts! Self-destructive thoughts Self-destructive thoughts Son of the night, brother of sleep Suffering deeply humanity traits Despair in my bag is heavy, you see? The light of my torch is fading away My own pain makes me wonder… Do you really need my hands to plunder? Self-destructive thoughts Self-destructive thoughts Self-destructive thoughts Self-destructive thoughts