I Häxa - Underworld

I wandered into this underworld
Thought I could handle being free
I'm writing backwards so they can see
And my poor black birds inside of me

I lost a planet, so dear to me
I hear it's voices, when i sleep
I pick my battles, always in pain
I lost my black bird, it sing to me
It sing to me

I lost my way in this labyrinth
A fool disguised in human skin
A stay in shadows, so they can't steal
My only black bird, what's left of me
What's left of me

In my fever, I dream of them
I see their faces, it tortures me
I lost my battles, I must confess
I want (?...) this loneliness
This loneliness

Now
Useless to me
Now
What's left of me