The draining It must be stopped This shell Is almost empty now It needs the hill It needs the fire To be worthy To even exist No substitute is accepted No deed, no faith No nothing To sustain the value The passion To be able to feel The essence of life Longing for the power Longing for the love The black crows Creatures of destruction Are now flying over me Gathered for the feast Shredding the body They feel no mercy No remorse Tempting to the darkness Calling for to die Dragging to the desert Final destination