Beyond this tomb of powerlessness The abismal fear of my existence Translate the opaque vision of my death In the empty of this room
I shall be forever raptured By torture and sickness of my mind
Fading The shape of the things, the light is disappering And it's molding my wicked being All your beauty was even So nothing remained to feel Only crooked memories
Slowly I'm falling into my own regret Distress... And pain Feelings joining into one
Increasing despair The doors closed by the scars of life
There is no reason, and nothing remained to be said
This is the end. Forever I will feel this empty wound in my heart Burning, in cold ashes
Pale and deafening lamentation In dense layers I will feel this empty wound Although masked, in my heart But burning, in cold ashes
