One doesn't CHOOSE when and WHERE to be BORN
With a foretold DESTINY, I FOUGHT hard to CHANGE my FATE
TRIALED by the scorchness of HELL and the coldness of the HEAVENS, onward I'd gone into the UNKNOWN
HUNTED by tribulations, oh, did I try to STRIVE
Hit by the CRUELTY of nature, struck down by the monstrous of HEARTS, ripped out and shredded into pieces by the DARKNESS of my kins
DEPRIVED I've been of mind, soul, body, face, name and RIGHTS that's mine likewise the likes of ME that's SUFFERED the same FATE
Without a form, WANDERERS we've become to the eyes of our DEAR ONES and that of our WORLD
Right here, in the land of the SEEN and the HEARD, I, myself, a breathing GHOST
Lo, the GHOST that's haunted by itself, I am, for I know not how to UNDO the casted cloaking spells that's silenced my VOICE and also rid me of my FORM
Like a SOUL without a physique, I stand and can...