Cries of the Haunted

Why hast thou forsaken me?
 Why hast thou turned away thy face
 From me thy servant in distress
 Oh Lord bent me thine ear!
 All night long I drown in my tears
 My bones are vexed, my heart is sore and vexed
 Water rises to my lips
 My throat is sore, I cannot speak
 Lord I beg thee to free me of this grief
 Which still haunts my soul, and makes my heart grow cold
 I am merely all skin over bone
 My flesh is too weak to resist the temptations
 Which the evil layeth upon my path
 I fear I yield to this heavy burden
 "What has become of the son, who loved me
 for so many years and now calls me into doubt
 He who has worshipped me for so long
 Now lives under the spell of the wicked
 That brings his soul only further in Darkness
 Away from love and closer to hatred
 Don't you know that I'll always love you?
 Return to me and I'll take care of you
 I'll bring peace in your mind and rest in your troubled heart
 I will treat you as my son
 I'll make you a warrior of the Light"
 Nightly creatures still haunt my soul
 Crawling against the walls of my broken heart
 screaming inhuman blasphemous words
 Exalting the hordes of demon lords
 Where are you God?!?!
 "Here, waiting for you my son."
 I will always love you Lord
 Even in times of terrible Darkness
 Nothing can stop me from worshipping you
 Even if it means the end of my earthly life