The shell of emptiness breaks like under a flow
As grief surrounds me with its shadow.
Eyes closed, choking on my own tears,
I surrender to it, forgetting my fears,
For I know there is no more complain
Passed the threshold of the gate of pain.

I let its misery invade me slowly,
Making me feel again, feel wholly,
Chasing my weakness away, making me strong,
As I lift up my head and strike up its song.
No doubt anymore, I broke the last chain,
When I softly closed behind me the gate of pain.

No thoughts, but thoughts of this reviving pain,
No thoughts, but thoughts of all this being vain...
For the feeling will only too soon fade away
Until blackness and emptiness only stay.
And as tears run along my cheeks like heavy rain,
My hands reach out by themselves for the gate of pain.

Nothing to heal this feeling of sinking into oblivion,
Nothing to help to clear the blur of my vision,
When I hear nothing but this tiny soft voice
Saying "Open the gate of pain, it's the only choice,
Let its fire flow in your veins again and again",
Still this insidious whisper, "Open the gate of pain"...