What is love, when it fades like the dawn,
A fleeting shadow, forever withdrawn?
What is life, if it leads only to grief,
A broken story, beyond all belief?

What is happiness, if it’s just a spark,
A light that flickers in the endless dark?
What is pride, when the soul is torn,
A crown of thorns, forever worn?

All I know is hatred, deep and cold,
A fire that burns, relentless...