Susperia

I am alone in all of this
Why can't you be like them?
Now show me the entity
Just like you used to do
Put on your sad disgrace
This will be left to me
These hands will never touch
Another one of your kind again
No, never again
Peace or pestilence, which will it be my dear
End of the reverence, this is your final grave
I, the lonely, lonely, cut from stone
Will I be evermore?