• Sorrow is the deepest of pain
    Gnawing at your soul
    Taking all without gain
    Leaving nothing whole

    Sorrow is what we're made of
    It's what makes up our daily life
    Instead of giving us love
    It gives us a bloody knife

    Sorrow is a key
    To unlocking an uncertain death
    If sorrow, you can beat
    Then happy life is what you get

    But if you allow sorrow to consume you,
    A sorrowful and lonely death is what you gain
    A slow and terrible death full of pain
    That is the death I shall have