These sorrows of life are crippling But I still yearn for more. Enslaved by the demon Since time immemorial. Bowing beneath the weight Of this yoke made of lead. Atlas of ancient times Had but the world upon his head, But I bare the sorrows And crippling pain Of all men and beast Ever made Miserable I stand The World's sorrow on my head. Half of me would have me Cast them aside. Half of me would have me Hold them 'till I die. That is my life. I endeavour to make pleasantries with all the world But I fail... And I fail terribly. I don't know if I can bare this anymore... I am Atlas Of Sorrow. The spark ignites. The fuel about to be lit. The flames explode. The inferno spreads. My soul awakes You will all burn (No) I cannot take this anymore... You're all going to die Let me alone,. A frenzy, Is taking place. I have lost control You will all burn. If you touch me... If you touch me you will all Burn...