Would I be the terrible one? Standing alone on my dying throne So don't look back to not see my steps One must have wings, if one loves the depths Life seems to take another form In realize that I've been broken since I was born I accepted that everything was in vain But I never stopped feeling pain I will profane crumb by crumb So call me witch and let me burn For all the moment that was the only one Dying in my hands like the son of Ivan Life seems to take another form In realize that I've been broken since I was born I accepted that everything was in vain But I never stopped feeling pain (and disdain)