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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.