We were born from the little water drops Drops from the crystal clear lake One night our chalices of life were filled And handed out to us There among the trees we took our first steps into the dark Lead by the darkness, tempted by the insidious one Innocent children betrayed and lost As all those countless lost souls Longing for their last blessing Praying for their life While the chalices of life were drying out Considering escape from this world As victims of the insidious one We walk on the wrong path Holding our drained chalices Entwined with the dark Wandering side by side With the insidious one