In a lightless grave of my own creation, I lie cold and motionless, waiting to be freed.
There is no sign of hope; everything is fading away. 
What more can I do?
I've done all I can to free my ****** soul from the inferno of hell, yet here I burn in my solitude, where only darkness keeps me company. 
 
Maybe I shouldn't have given up your memory; then I might have known a little peace. 
But you chose to move ahead and left me behind, a prey for the wolves. 
You ripped my heart out and left me bleeding to die, and now I'm cold and motionless. 
It was you who pushed me into the abyss and didn't even care to look at my blood-soaked body. 
So why are you here now, haunting me even in my death?
Why don't you just vanish like you did before and let me be one with the Oblivion?