Memories — Oh, memories —
How they weigh the years down.
How they bloom,
Only to wither again.

So let me bleed out,
On this night, upon my sacred ground.

Where my memories linger,
Like the echo of the gunshot of a gunslinger.

Where my unfulfilled desires whisper,
Like the silent waves crashing on the shore.

Where I longed for something that did not exist,
For a home that I'll never vergisst.

Where once it rained so heavy,
Those rains washed away my pain,
But left me in anguish, in vain.

How shall I carry this burden, alone?
I have wandered through the hardship, by my own.
Oh, my Beloved,
Can you not see what they have done?
Can you not feel the weight within my chest,
A burden too heavy for me to bear?
Oh, Beloved,
I am but a fool, lost in this pain.
Oh, Beloved,
Guide me out of this endless night.