The stars shine down on the crimson sky as the night falls upon    The pain arrives and hurts like a twist of a knife…    It makes him wish to be gone       So he´s facing the curtain descending with a razorblade smile    He´s taken "the path neverending" yet only to walk for a while       He´s gazing through all that is there    and sees the world left for him to despise…    Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes       So no more joy or forgiving, he´s one with misery    Nothing left to believe in, he´s reaching out to be free       On that trail the warrior rides    chasing the fall of his soul    Life´s been too dire so the fullest desire has died    deep from inside       On that trail the warrior rides    from the cradle straight to the grave    Within his heart he feels his soul´s being barred    yet aberrant… aberrant