I'm 16, I love metal, and I write my own songs and poems, I was born and I live in Belgium, I have long hair, I like literature, wether it's Dutch or English I don't care, I also love the old English language, I love legends and myths
He tries to get some sleep
but his memories are carved in too deep
For the people he left behind
they're still wandering in his mind
...
they forgot my name
they forgot what I could do
they don't remember me
time to show them the truth
...
The day starts anew,
covering the grass with the morning dew
hiding the past with a bright shine
the sun that's comming is all mine
...
I'm tired of holding myself back
tired of waiting, when can I make my comeback?
It sickens me to know, all these feelings that I have
Are both full of hatred and love, I'm not completely a lover boy,
...