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!