Sigma Black - Pressure

You arrive without being called, And shows me errors that I have not yet made. Stones placed in an empty tomb.
Tears arise without pain,
I shout silently not to make a sound.

What to think of such a life?
How to have the strength to rise?
What resistance do i have against you?
Kneeling on the battlefield,
I have little left but the sword's edge

You chose to feel,
You allowed yourself to be weak.
If you made a pact with the devil
Do not complain about the heat of hell.

The one who should my hands
Today turns its back on me,
My pain is called a whim.
My crying is not a whim,
My tears are a cry for help

Inside my room i find my refuge
I'm using my solitude to reflect,
I use fear to strengthen myself.
In moments of distress,
I became my best friend.

You chose to feel,
You allowed yourself to be weak.
If you made a pact with the devil
Do not complain about the heat of hell.

You use my fragility
And attacks me where it hurts the most
(and knows exactly how to do)
But this victory will not be yours.
I'll rise and climb this grave.
This darkness will soon be over.