Somber is my mind, now that
Misfortune has faced my kind
Weary glazed stare,
Beneath the pitch-black hair
On my cheeks, once so alive,
Adorn flood of tears, caused by strife
And as I grieve under the sky,
Even raven croaks to me its despise
My warm hand against your cold palm
Words echoing in the air though
You're gone
Somber is my mind,
Black is the colour I feel
These completely dead emotions,
Drain the last bit of me
No matter how many tears I shed,
No matter how much I repent
Some things just can't be undone
And some of us can't be forgiven
No matter how many tears I shed,
Some things can't be undone
I've reached the point of no return,
These are deeds from which I can not flee
From a reflection I see a tired man,
Longing for a relief
The black waters in front of me
Will sway me till I'm in sleep,
Carry me to the shores of Manala
Where I'll be free from my sins
The black waters will sway me till I'm asleep
This roaring stream will wash me
Pure and clean
No matter how many tears I shed
Some of us can't be forgiven…