Texty: Callenish Circle. They Have Chosen.

Leaving me nothing to believe in / Now I'm craving for silence / Never alone
again / They have chosen me / Took away my life / Took away my pride /
Sustaining echoes through the night / Forcing my decline / Whispers
screaming from within / Same words over and over again / Lies becoming
bitter reality / The mirror reflects a stranger's eye / Whispering feels
like fire / Screaming feels like ice