The sun grow cold in the western sky
And earlier and earlier
The sun submits to the moons rise
And after a summer of sorrow
I now embrace myself for a winter of despairEvery day deaths hand grips me so much tighter
And my mistakes are frozen in my mindEven though I've often questioned why he has placed me here
I never had the motivation to challenge him
I once had a name but you have forgotten me
I still have a face one you could never forget
Pale white
And cold with sedation in my eyes
Where there was once life
I seem to be more machine than man
Now a shadow of what I used to be
With murder in my eyes and malice in my heart
I drop the final curtain on the bloodiest of tragedies
I quiver and shake with my remorse
As I head back into the storm from which I was born.
Now I know what it means to be alone
Oh, what it means to be so cold
A lonely assassin
With no place to go
A lonely assassin
With no place to call home
A lonely assassin
With no place to call his own.