The sun grow cold in the western skynAnd earlier and earliernThe sun submits to the moons risenAnd after a summer of sorrownI now embrace myself for a winter of despairnnEvery day deaths hand grips me so much tighternAnd my mistakes are frozen in my mindnnEven though I've often questioned why he has placed me herenI never had the motivation to challenge himnI once had a name but you have forgotten menI still have a face one you could never forgetnPale whitenAnd cold with sedation in my eyesnWhere there was once lifennI seem to be more machine than mannNow a shadow of what I used to benWith murder in my eyes and malice in my heartnI drop the final curtain on the bloodiest of tragediesnI quiver and shake with my remorsenAs I head back into the storm from which I was born.nnNow I know what it means to be alonenOh, what it means to be so coldnA lonely assassinnWith no place to gonA lonely assassinnWith no place to call homenA lonely assassinnWith no place to call his own.nn