Arch Enemy

Seek of my talents (???), my fear,
Come closer, trust me.
I stand in the falling rain,
There is no joy inside these tears.
I see the world through a twisted and impeded stare.
To be what i have been, to see what i have seen.
Is it a dream, what can i believe?
The memories will haunt me forever more.
Seek of my talents (???), my fear.
Come closer, i trust in you!