Alone, tired, wounded and on my knees but not begging the demons.
This battle I've been fighting long as I could remember these monsters myriad are they this dark abyss more demons it brings.
But on my knees still I'll fight, I'll fight cos that's how am made.

This dark abyss has been my prison for as long as I could remember it's chains on my ankle, it's stain on my mind, my heart is broken, my soul is wounded, am lost in the dark with all it whispers, these...