I reached the gates of delirium Stood my eyes until it strikes Cry for a while, hate all faith Waiting for the right hours that come too late Crushing opportunities that I left behind losing the breath in a desperate run Falling down on the leaves on the ground You were not there like I thought that you would be A flower among corpses, lost in the dust
Abandoned in a mute ambuiguity Wide open wirst and blood on for guilty Before the horor of such slaughter I close my eyes in pain It reflects in the opaque mirror Through the white curtain Ethereal souls in eternal suffering Teneous soft fog that rest on me So tearful agony, the final agony Praying to all God's angels for help. Praying for help
