Hear the tale of a broken soul, A shadow trapped in gloom, Dwelling in a world so cold, Where darkness fills the room. Day bleeds into night’s despair, All he knows is gray and grim, A hollow shell, inside, out there, Misery cloaks him limb by limb. His shack’s a crypt of faded hues, A cracked and somber pane, A rusted ride, steeped in blues, Echoes of his endless pain. The streets are ash, the trees are dead, A lover lost to sorrow’s tide, All around, the silence spreads, No one hears the screams inside. I’m drowned in shade, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro, I’m drowned in shade, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro. My walls are stained with grief’s embrace, A window smeared with dust, My tattered rags, a mournful trace, Caked in shades of rust. The paths are bleak, the branches bare, My heart’s a tomb, she’s gone astray, The figures here, they blankly stare, Like ghosts in dusk’s decay. The words I choke are steeped in night, My thoughts a blackened stream, The ache within burns out the light, A never-ending dream. I’m drowned in shade, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro, I’m drowned in shade, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro, Na va ree, na va ro.
