作词 : Gathering, v. Giersbergen
作曲 : The Gathering
Blaming global infection for the illness in him 
Little knowledge of the non-affection between him and his kin 
Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed 
Like a wallflower once blooming 
Withered to apparent death 
Blaming the guilt 
Crying the tears 
Torture the pain 
Leaving the emptiness behind 
Apparently he had no reason 
To harbour the trust 
He'd forsaken inside. 
Apparently he left his reasons 
Forsaken the trust that harboured within 
Walk, I cannot walk 
For I am blind, blinded 
I am By the pitch of dark, so dark is it 
The narrow street, never ending narrow 
Clogs my throat 
Silently I try, 
Try to walk, blinded by the pitch 
The narrow darkness, clogs the street 
I am speechless 
I am speechless 
Fear puts a rush on my steps 
As I stare into the spinning depth 
The end is not near the sight that 
I am hoping for 
And all the light that paves the way for me 
Is the wish and will for the end to see 
The bright light is the end of the black light district