[the old man's komodia]
I would never think of me as a hero
a bringer of wisdom of hope and of peace
i never could think of me in a vortex
of hope of future and vitality.
I can spread my thoughts to flood the room
embracing and webbing the people reborn.
the love they are feeling i never can taste;
the sadness the hatered remains my own.
So many souls - they long to be saved,
somne beasts, some sinners, some lost in their fate.
for all to rescue my lifespan's too short,
refuse all the evil - divine all the gods?
[ref.:] i never asked for a higher believing
i never questioned the way i was born
i never wanted to walk among angels
i never wanted to be so alone.
[bridge:] alone with my powers - alone in my mind
(the) holder of darkness - the bringer of light.
this melancholy circle of giving - not taking
can not be endured by me.
I'm here to flare a sign
to guide the lost on to their fate.
like i (once) sent dante his story to take.
but no one holds that candle for me.
So as the years of helping and bleeding
had passed away my will to live.
i returned to the sea of my time and my being,
i melted into (the) waves as it was my will.