(Slave To Her Lair)    Rainy mood haunts our minds looking through the agony  Depression brought by the darkest times  When hope is hard to feel  Tell me the truth of heart that throbs in you  The rains they freeze me through  Then grief is like the wound  Drown in sin with pain that dwells within  When hopeless views are falling to the past  As hands not young and strong as before  We are in ruin  With the lack of hope, distrust, undying love  We lie among them bleeding  The truth of what will come from beneath  It dwells inside our hearts  Staring at my windows, black, I see nothing  But the end  No escape and no way out  Stay with me and force me to stay  Comfort me I live on the edge  Slave to my own grief  Do as you wish but I don't understand  How you could bear all this  Solitude is a complaint of nuclear tribes  Effusive feelings bring them down  No way to ease this pain when hope melts in rain  The tears from silent heaven