All the pain of life, the sorrow over bygone times
Missed chances and lost love, finally gives way to the epiphany
That all of it only happened because the heart has lived
It has lived, loved and dreamed
It has breathed the spirit of freedom and survived a thousand deep cuts
The scar tissue suddenly becomes a magnificent garment, a token of strength
The little heart will proudly wear it for as long as it keeps beating
Understanding that hеll awaits around every corner
Bеcause hell belongs to the heart, as the heart belongs to hell
One cannot exist without the other
They are the light and the darkness
The chaos and the nothing
Hell is where the heart is
Where the heart is, there is life
And life is stronger than any pain the world could ever hold