Born beneath a Dutch grey sky,
With art and dreams, a fire inside.
From shadows deep, a spark arose,
A world of horror where darkness grows.

Trust the hands that craft the pain,
From loss and scars, the strength we gain.
Through the echoes of despair,
Creation burns where none would dare.


So close, no matter how far,
Each nightmare drawn straight from the heart.
Forever trusting who I am,
And nothing else matters.