Trouble by the solitude
Young and unruly
You are waiting
For your sentence of death
The beginning of your journey
Over the life
Also has became your end
Nobody will help you,
Nobody will save you
Around your throat the loop
Is contracting
Your legs are falling through
And your brain
Is getting ready for a slow death
You wanna breathe in your lung
Has nearly burst,
But you can't breathe
The panic controls your body
Suddenly the relax came
Very clear memories
Of the some situations turn up
In your mind
The situations that you lived
Over in your bygone lives
Obituary memories have visited you
In the latest moment of your life
And you realized that your death
Is just the gate for next lifes,
Where you can go on
In honouring of your ideals
When you die
And your body-the fragile case
Of the human soul-will destroyed,
It is just the. beginning
Of your next acts
Because the spirit of yours
Will be transferred
Into the of someone else
And it won't stop looking
For the way to the darkness,
Where the obituary memories
Will keep you company
Obituary memories have visited you
In the latest moment of your life
And you realized that your death
Is just the gate for next lifes,
Where you can go on
In honouring
Of your ideals
