Erik
My world is now in dark despair,
Since my angel is not there.
My heart is no longer filled with song,
And my nights are very long.
I am a fallen angel with broken wings,
No longer songs have I to sing.
My lair is like a prison to me:
It walls are closing all around me.
But if someone tried to take a deeper look,
My heart is like an open book.
For my heart can never tell a lie,
That a monster can truly cry.