Day by day I can see sorrows of life come down on me. Melancholy itself lies dormant in my eyes and none of passions may cure my bitter indifference
... my bitter indifference!
Cutting steal reveals gateways of which I have dreamed and wounds' escaping warm, thick seas suffocate agonizing screams.
Rest beyond the pain threshold, experience infinite streams. Whispering sounds penetrate the mind, softly crushing physical seals.
Ecstatica, come hold on me, heal my dreary scenery. Inject your longed-for antidote, torture my veins, oh gracious deity!
Heaven nor hell, nonen of those mind ... in this banishing heaven of hellish delight! Long lost and missed fulfillment regained, recovered by pleasures and satisfaction on pain.
Fascination suicide, enabled by mortality - a reason why long asked for...
Rest beyond the pain threshold, experience infinite streams. Whispering sounds penetrate the mind, softly crushing physical seals.
Ecstatica, come hold on me, heal my dreary scenery. Inject your longed-for antidote, torture my veins, oh gracious deity!