Colosseum - Numquam dalszöveg

Wavering empty minute when existence flows towards its persistent fate 
Blear imagery before your eyes 
Seen defeat behind glass, mantles of smoke 

Asking nevermore what went wrong 
Scars shall heal no more 
All you gave wasn't worth a dime 
Empty stare - bleeding wrists 

...and not a single smile will ever appear on your face 

Emotions decay and pass away 
Rotten corpse of compassion ravaged and raped 
The air is grinning wheeling colours of the womb 
Born again while perished