There will come a day, when the sorrow passes
But not today, I've lost sight of the everlasting
I can only see the fog, the darkness and gloom
My life is unworthy of hope, I deserve the tomb
What does anything matter, why do I even care
The wine glass of life shattered, life is fully unfair
It may be that I be made whole, a belief in my core
If I take one sip from the holy Chalice, restore my soul
