Cold Fate, stay this night, let not the darkness press.
Keep the thread of fear from tightening my breast.
Hold at bay the lost ones before they draw me in
to drown beneath the waters of wickedness and sin.
Hide me from the eyes that search for broken souls,
glowing red like embers from the fires down below.
Shield me from the torrent of sorrow and of dread
that rises now above me in a sea of bloody red.
Give to me a passion that can hold me in the dark.
I have no strength to fight again the breaking of my heart.