The Dark Passenger - 2015

Low, he waits
Behind the black Iron Gates.
A mass of darkness and pain,
To me he is strength, I regain.

Rise! Come to me at will,
For the outside world means to kill.
Provider of armor against all,
He shall not let me fall.

In my weakness my soul cries
With his hands on my shoulders, no more lies
Energy returns to my heavy soul
Low he waits, at the core - whole