My deeds and I don't belong to someone's dreams,
I am only made of their nightmares and screams.
Now my hands only know how to take, not to give
And when he sees me, God himself forgets how to forgive.
Those who dare to approach me, to come into my lair,
Told me once, twice or hundreds times that I was unfair
But they're wrong: I am the victim of life's unfairness
But nobody told me why I had to have this hatefulness.
So to revenge, I kill, never knowing if it's right or not,
Caring not, and I continue, I never stop, for I cannot.
And when there are some inexplicable deathblows,
Then in the nearness, I am lurking in the shadows.

When hearing my name, they only remember their fears,
But none, ever, can imagine that my eyes know the tears.
They saw me as a monster and their own crimes become mine
As they reject me without pity from the warm sunshine.
I don't know the difference between right or wrong, is it my fault?
I never knew what it could be to be loved, for I live in a vault!
Those who saw me call me monster and say I should be in a fair,
They even say that I should be dead, not worthy of breathing air!
I don't eat bread, nor drink water: of horror and hate I live,
For they are the only things other human beings dare to give!
They all say that if you see these deathbringers, the crows,
Then in the nearness, I am lurking in the shadows.

They deny me all the beauties of the world, but I found mine:
It was the music. Day after day, my dark vault became my shrine,
For music filled the airs and my soul with wonder and pure joy,
It made me forget everything and I was no more concerned by any ploy.
Nothing was even approaching the highs where my heart soared when playing,
Until I met her and my fate. Then I knew it was time for dying…
Her voice was an angel's and she looked truly like a Holy messenger.
I knew at once I had no chance, for I was only a macabre scavenger,
But I had my music to lure her and my voice to mesmerise her to me.
And I lured her, attracted her into my lair, hoping things that couldn't be.
She twisted my soul with her voice, hurting me with love's arrows,
Because in her nearness I was lurking in the shadows.

She called me her Angel of Music and for a moment I believed her
And, for my misfortune, I behaved like a fool that nothing could deter.
She called me her Angel and I did believe I could love and be loved;
I was on my road to ruin, knew it and didn't need to be shoved.
Even when I thought I could trust her, I knew she was my doom:
I was doomed to die of love, to be betrayed, to never be a bridegroom.
To fulfil my dreams, I even used threat, but she betrayed me and my shame;
She finally accepted her love for me, when I realised I was to blame,
For she was my redemption on earth which I could only win by letting her go.
She gave me a kiss on the brow and it was for me like suffering from vertigo.
Since then, I wander endlessly, trying to evacuate my pride glows
And so still, in her nearness, I am lurking in the shadows.

And so she left me to my solitude and my deep grief;
I remained alone, waiting for sweet death to come to my relief.
I was her Angel, an Angel with a face from a nightmare.
Everything went wrong when she saw this face bare,
As everybody else did, she screamed and fled in terror
For what she saw, this accursed face, was truly an horror.
And so my dreams were shattered and I was left to my grief,
Knowing - only consolation to have - that my time left was brief.
But even if my body is dead, lying in a coffin, buried deep in a grave,
My memory remains alive because of the love I had craved for and still crave.
I haunt you, I, born as monster, dying as Angel, despite all the sorrows,
For, in the nearness of your soul, I am lurking in the shadows...