Empty words prophesing my future
mournful laughter is reflected in my eyes
his tragedy distributes my point
and uch my sacrament
From pain rise my love
and free me my gloomy jewel
my ego withers with my last sunraies
save me and i raise over my mind
cloudy person hovers the prohesy in
likeness of the last stone
the sorrow is bloomed
meadow of my soul with
thousands feeling
of sadness, the last touch cold sun
yet is culmininating of affliction
annouced soonly arrival of a
big truth of rebirth liers
From putrefaction of my I, I dont
find startingpoint
temptation
the fear binds me hands
on the tomb I read the name
my epitaph in poor present
I want to scream
but the hand of knowning
presses my throat
save me!