[All is lost; she has succumbed to her now beloved captor. She becomes all she ever feared to be. Doubts are still in Her mind, although they have betrayed her.] Too much time she has been in the shadows Days are prisons in time Consumed day after day A new being is born I can't feel passion for things anymore Although I know it's inside of me I feel no sorrow, I feel no remorse For the condemned that roam in this moor Her head was empty of past feelings Her eyes reflected neither passion nor sweetness And her soul was ready To roam the moor of desperation I seek answers to the questions I don't know He has them all in his poisonous lips That tightens me with the strength of the oceans And takes me far from the truth I fight the hunger that weakens me I cannot reason anymore Everything is blurred and grey Everything is the nothing that lives In every moment of my soul