Together As One
As Light Dies Lyrics

10 PM. 11PM... 12 PM... 1 AM... 2 AM... 3 AM...
The singer is anxious and waiting for his family past midnight.

4 AM in the morning.
After waiting for more than 5 hours, it is early morning, and his family hasn't returned.

They aren't back yet.
The family has not returned yet, which is causing the singer's anxiety to rise.

I'm wondering where my wife and my son are.
The artist is worried about the whereabouts of his wife and son.

They were supposed to be here long ago.
The family was expected to return already, and it is concerning the artist.

I'm tired and worried.
The fear and worry of the singer is wearing him down.

She doesn't answer the phone.
The singer is trying to call his wife, but she is not answering the phone.

Where are they?
The artist is anxious about the safety and location of his family.

Someone knocks at the doorstep.
There is a knock at the door, which could bring some news to the artist.

I wish it wouldn't be the truth.
The artist hopes that whatever news he receives is not that his worst fears have come to life.

My worst fears are confirmed.
The news that the singer received confirmed his worst fears.

I can't believe it.
The artist is in disbelief about what happened to his family.

I can't bear the idea.
The thought of his family's brutal death is unbearable for the singer.

I cannot face this.
The singer is struggling to come to terms with the tragic incident.

They kidnapped and killed my family.
The family was kidnapped and killed by unknown assailants.

They raped and strangled my poor wife.
The artist's wife was subjected to sexual assault and strangulation before being murdered.

They tortured and beheaded my son.
The artist's son was tortured and beheaded by the perpetrators.

Both of them have been dismembered
The perpetrators dismembered the corpses of the singer's wife and son.

And then burned. They took everything away from me.
The bodies were burned beyond recognition, leaving nothing behind. It is a tragic loss for the singer.

Who could do such a thing?
The artist is unable to fathom who could be capable of such an heinous act.

Their remains are unrecognizable.
The corpses are unidentifiable due to the damage caused by the perpetrators.

The distinction of both bodies is impossible,
It is impossible to tell which body belongs to whom.

Therefore they were buried together.
The bodies were buried together as they could not be distinguished from each other.

I do not think so. It must be false,
The artist is skeptical about whether the bodies are really his family's or not.

But the bodies were wearing their clothes.
The clothes on the corpses confirm that they are the singer's family, making it sadder.

One finger had our ring.
A finger with the ring of the singer and his wife confirms that one of the bodies is hers.

This couldn't be happening to me.
The singer cannot believe that this is happening to him.

Why did this happen to me?
The artist is questioning why such a brutal and traumatic incident had to happen to his family and him.

I cannot stand the pain within my chest.
The loss of his family is causing great emotional and physical pain to the artist.

I think my head will explode. Nausea, retching
The singer's pain is so unbearable that he feels physical effects such as nausea and headaches.

And vomit are increasingly violent.
The physical pain is so intense that it is causing him to vomit more frequently and forcefully.

I am consuming myself faster and faster.
The suffering is taking a toll on the artist's health and well-being, both emotionally and physically.

For months, I couldn't sleep.
The artist has been unable to sleep for months due to the emotional anguish caused by the incident.

My body refuses food.
The artist's body has rejected food, possibly due to the stress and emotional turmoil.

Suicide attempts already counts four.
The singer has attempted suicide several times due to his pain and depression.

I've been fired from my job.
The trauma and effects on his mental health have affected the artist's job, and he has been fired.

I am ruined and finished.
The singer's mental health and life have been irreparably damaged.

My friends consider me a lost cause.
His family's tragic death and the aftermath have pushed the singer to a point where his friends believe he is too far gone to recover.

Analgesics cannot prevent my headaches.
Painkillers have no effect on the singer's headaches due to the intense emotional trauma and pain.

Nor tranquilizers or antidepressants can prevent my suffering.
The medication prescribed for depression and anxiety is not helping the artist's misery.

Neither alcohol nor drugs let me forget.
Drugs nor alcohol cannot get the artist to forget the trauma he faced.

I am not able to feel relief.
The singer is unable to feel any relief from the pain, suffering, and emotional trauma.

All these terrible images come back to my head again and again.
The traumatic images of the incident keep haunting the singer relentlessly.

Make me feel their agony.
The haunting images make him feel the agony his family suffered before their death.

God!
In a desperate moment, the artist cries out to God.

Why did you take their lives away?
The artist is questioning God on why his family's life had to end so brutally.

I squirm in the mud and water.
The singer is digging in the mud and the water, which is symbolic of his turmoil.

I am only lit by storm lightning bolts.
The stormy weather only adds to the dark mood and hopelessness the artist feels.

Pouring down on me.
The rain and storm only add to the hopelessness and despair the singer feels.

I'm cold and dripping wet digging with my own bare hands.
The cold and wet weather doesn't deter the singer from digging with his bare hands because he needs to know if the corpses are of his family.

I feel the tingle of my skinned wounded arms.
Blood loss and self-injury weigh down on the singer as he digs bare-handed in the muddy soil.

Blood flows from several places.
Due to the extended digging and no protective gloves, several lacerations and scratches show on the artist's hands from which the blood continues to flow.

I lost my finger nails, but I don't care.
The artist is so focused on the task of identifying the corpses that he isn't bothered by the pain of loss of finger nails.

I need to know.
The singer is searching for answers and closure about the loss of his family.

They cannot be them!
Even though the clothes and other evidence suggest that the corpses are of his family, the singer is still optimistic that it could be somebody else.

I must check by myself.
The artist personally wants to identify whether the corpses are those of his family.

I must see their bodies.
The artist wants to see his family's bodies for the last time; it is a final goodbye.

I need to identify them.
The artist is trying to identify the corpses and confirm if they belong to his family.

I have to know!
Identifying the bodies will help give some closure to the singer's story, which would otherwise remain a mystery.

If it really is them, then everything is over for me.
The artist realizes that if he confirms it is indeed his family's corpses, then his life will come to a screeching halt.

I will join them at this very moment.
The singer decides that if the corpses are of his family, then his life isn't worth living without them.

So no one will be able to separate us again.
If the singer joins his family, then nobody will ever be able to separate them again. Their bond will be forever united.