It feels like I lost my sun, light of my life Shinning in the thunderstorm.

In the tale of an old storyteller I was born. I was told, I was mystical since I had no one,

There is a pain within my heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes.

My heart is bleeding, my body is trembling. The hatred I feel can't be taken away. I have been emotionally wounded, Physically damaged.