Christmas Mercy - Mental Home

Taste the sky, grip the snow in your hands

Suffering comes again… again…

So alone, like leaf on the wind in little world

Ask yourself «Where is my God ?»

Still alive, your skin on face’s like a stone

No one stands near your bed, you lay unmove

Darkness closes and dried lips feel the heat

Oh, my God, how much I repent…

Sun goes down, and never rised for seven years

Mist of night embraced your wheel chair

Think of past, and bitter piece seals your throat

Comprehend, it’s greatest sin you’ve made

Samael … Show me path, I feel my wings

Break the spell, in gasping snow I feel my love

Take my soul, I wanna return in this dirty world

But give me back… My heart…