Though part you may in tides beside
The love you broke will always hide
And in the sorrow where you sleep
The black glass doors of sorrow will keep
This is the journal of a mad man. . .
Take me out of this prison!
My hands aquiver, I dropped the key
Into a trench below
The hand from the mirror caught it
Staring me in the eye
The last one cannot die!
Tell me the fate of the last one
Black glass doors, open the sorrows of doom!
Cast away the shadow that looms