The days are gone already and here lays the leached ashes which haven't had a funeral...
From happiness to pain, just like the hours
Of an endless nightmare, silently I move my body from one side to another in a constant surplus
My shaking eyes caused by the twisting of my head.
Endlessly stare at the image
Reflex from a light torch
Which sad and silent shadow pours over me it's cold and torturing glace having the pain
And emotion in the deepest of my soul
I'm getting crazy in constant delirium in a madness phenetch
In my lamentation verses, state delirious notes and this madness
Swallows me and its ghostly hate cuts me, marinated in the pain tearful well
I can feel the death bitter taste, which is peering an wandering an the insanity plain
I find myself in a sad world, victim - like, pattern as a thousand dead bodies' extinguished image
My soul touches heaven in this deafening silence, so that they will be able to lead me where my body belongs to
My spirit is fed up of my body morning now I face the dark and the flame in my heart
Is coldly coming to the an end
I get rid from this dwelling declining to ride among angels I leave body to worms in the necropolis of those who lay in a permanent glory |
