Eye of Solitude - The Cold Grip of Time

Hours of misery
Unleash the wrath of my self
That brings you insanity
In the sole of time
Lying there without life
Without constraint
Folded in strains of time
From the ashes of myself
The liar crawls
In mirrors of suicidal thoughts
Leave all your time
Leave your entire life for me
Ashes to dust - places to hide
Nowhere is now
No one will fall
We die - we live
All the fire in the sky
Led by your willing sense to die
I am the one stealing your throne
Making you wonder why?
Tears on your face are an illusion of hope
Spent in hours of pain
Easy to drain
Marked on your face of fire
In vain
Facing the end alone