The darkest time of a life,
That colored the world into black and white.
Smashes your heart till its stop to  beat,
Like a plague which suffering embrace;
And let you rest in your narrow bed.

A saddest thing that could lead insanity,
That even the elves has taste its filth.
Thou they say it slaves like a tormenting soul,
With clothes that made of thorns.

A stinging felt that shaken one's flesh,
For sadness has been unleashed.
That eyes has dried up the tears,
And Hades had claimed the debt.