Woorden: Anathema. The Crestfallen. Crestfallen.

I cry a tear of hope but it is lost in helplessness
The darkness eats away at the very embers of my soul
For the deepest love I had has dissolved before my eyes
My sorrow is bleak, I beg for deliverance
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer
All emotion is consumed by an inner silence
All grief is unassuaged by disconsulate tears
I want for nothing, I live for nothing
I am waiting to die but I am afraid of dying
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer

Crestfallen emotion
Wallowing in guilt
Drowning for evermore
Falling deeper into fear
My inner self is now
a sleeper of stone
Help me.