Painbearer - Immortal Souls

Eve of the cold I take a walk outside;

To escape the inner fight.

Wind blows the snow over my troubled soul;

Pain that won’t leave me alone.

Under the burden that makes me insane;

I fade away.

They pull me into their lonely world of pain;

A horror parade.

Sorrow in my torn soul;

And a war within.

To whom can I turn?

Hollow in my thorn crown;

The load of grief.

The pain that I bear.

All the confessions poured upon my soul;

The turmoil inside.

To whom can I turn to on my own sorrow;

I pray for my soul.

Sorrow in my torn soul;

And a war within.

To whom can I turn?

Hollow in my thorn crown;

Can I turn to You?

The Painbearer