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