Текст песни Pits Of Despair - Orphaned Land

Traveling the world
To cure my disease
For years I′m traveling
The seven seas
The blackened
And bleeding sky
They tare off my close demise

The pain it paled me
To the pits of despair
Helpless I'll be
My own heart I tear
My true self spilled out
Death is close no doubt
Forbidden it is for man to kill a man
Because of it I′m god dammed