The Beginning - Darkwell

My mind between day and night

Good and evil like two sides

Of a coin made of madness

Sometimes dark sometimes bright

Innocence and guilt only shades of game I cannot win

Lust and despise only pattern no one to blame

My mind as gloom as a cave

As dark as a grave

Strength and weakness only schemes

Not to care, killed myself long time ago

No one for the guilt to share

The end of the game now it is quite near

I confess the guilt I’m afraid I cannot bear

Death the only border left to cross to escape my fate

How many slaughter will there pave the way to this gate