Letra da Música: Old Wounds - Succubus

My friend - I will tell you a story:
I was young and without experience of life. My family lived in a small village and my father was a barrel maker. He was not rich but there was peace in our house. Then a great fire burnt down our village and my parents died. From one moment to the other I was an orphan and had nobody who helped me in my life. This emptyness dried me up I felt like destiny struck me from behind.

Father help me
Mother help me
Is there no one who hears my scream

I pray to my spirits
I pray to my gods
Noone is answering and I'm in wrath
My soul is acking
My heart is bleeding
soul's reopening old wounds