Hypothermia - Ur Ångest Född

Shall find the rose's blooming hills
To pick the chosen one so bright
And water it in the endless wells
Of what I found so deep inside.

His steps stayed steady as he frowned
uncertainty felt on his face
No one could see behind his mask.
No one could see behind.

Help me half dead ghoules for long
You've pierced me in my timeless days
I've payed you with my blood and pain
I demand: Take me as one of yours.