Deep inside you I see your Soul

Even in the Dark

Your face so Empty

A tempest forms calm and Dreary

I hear your heart – with the slightest Beat

Feel the sense of Terror

With all the storm you Beckon

Hear the painful Absence

Your beat completes the void

Void your heart shall no longer be

Absence away with the past

Beckon you closer here with me

Terror never to be felt

Beat your rhythm close with mine

Dreary days are gone

Empty you shall not feel

Dar will turn to light

Soul shall be our harmony