I have lived many years till now, why it’s been, I’ll tell you how
Many a night I have witnessed and seen turn into day.
My soul I can no longer save,
For it is what I gave, I gave on that fateful day.
You wonder what they call me, not all that is alive is free
My name strikes fear in those who hear and remains at bay.
A portrait is my heart's content
My soul is the price that was sent, sent on that fateful day.