Blessed Be Thy Hate

Enriched with crimson shades of pain the river runs dryFull of painfull memories of happiness - together we fly
And I curse you death - cold flesh of ice
I see your beauty through a halo of flies
Oh God prevent my fall
Oh God inside my soul, Allah !
The night falls upon my wretched self
And he who hath forsaken the giver of my purityAnd so I never cry, the night falls upon my dying eyes
There's no power source left to me, and so like this I lieIn this barren castle I can't find any tears