In the swamp,
A secluded soul hidden behind the thorns,
There is a comfort in the relationship I share with this lonely sky,
Why God why?
I screamed, I wept after this soul crushing defeat.
I sing the hymns with a bleeding throat,
May death sweep me of my feet to ease the pain of the melancholy life,
Avoiding the settlement,
The angels leave me to grieve in solitude.
The voices in my head grew louder,
That I must bow so low before the mighty lord,
To bring solace to the troublesome soul,
Frantic shouts to the lord, to let me weep through the night,
There may be joy in the morning which may bring some light.
The cryptic voices from me to the lonesome nature,
Is the omnipotent, one with the heart that deviseth wicked imaginations?
Is he the one with mischief and a false idol?
Dancing the dance of the devil on the fiddlers tune?
All hope blown away with the wind,
Darkness looms over the deprived soul,