Light the candles on the grave of my dreams
When grey wolves come to howl above the hill
The moonlight is the only glow that shines
I feel the gloom in my room
‘Cause I see through my window
That the world is so cruel and depressive
When you know the painful truth
I will visit the same tombstones
From the cemetery
Where we used to observe the crows and owls
Our last words will be the same
And the reason of our death as well
All my kids went to the limbo
So when I die I won’t find them
But I have a picture in my pocket
Violins playing in my requiem
Whispers coming from beyond
Maggots exiting from my eyes
My bones turning to ashes
