In Vans point of View
These
wretched memories that are consuming my sanity, killing my inner mind,
Preventing me from my inner peace,
ripping out of my heart those memories I cannot find,
Blackening out my thought of good
hopes, and replacing them with these wretched memories,
My people destroyed, my hometown
demolished, my dying sanity is at seize,
No remedy can cure this brink of
destruction, my cries for help are nothing but pitiful pleas
Help my soul, my inner peace, from
being overcome by these wretched memories