The Shoemaker

The waiting darkness holds things,
 deep into the colors of dream
 Living tones of suffering,
 hidden shades of sadness within
 Blinded by its painful glimpses,
 I can see It flashing back my life
 The waiting darkness holds things,
 shining on the blade of my knife
 I'm the shoemaker
 I know how to heal your disease
 I'm the shoemaker
 I will put your anguish at ease
 The mournful sounds that I hear,
 ghostly symphonies of the past
 The weeping tunes of my fears,
 dying lips expiring at last
 Dancing by the silent music,
 I can hear its dreadful voice again
 The mournful sounds that I hear,
 harmonies of steel, blood and pain
 Hear the shoemaker
 Words of delusion and hate
 See the shoemaker
 Pictures of a man and his fate
 In the dark
 Dying woman crying weakly
 In the dark
 When I love, I love too deeply
 It's all gone
 Life isn't fair
 It's all gone
 But death and despair
 I'm a slave
 Killing for my sacred mission
 Kill for my joy
 I'm a slave
 Of nightmares and hallucinations
 Live to destroy
 Kryos Mary Krystos
 Kryos Krystorah
 Kryos Mary Krystos
 Krystorah Krystorah
 I'm the shoemaker
 The last note of one sad symphony
 I'm the shoemaker
 The final verse of my elegy