I was dead years before my birth In the sadness of this fact I still stand Proud of what I am and what I will be In the eyes of the cold corpse of the ones I loved
In the dreams of the ones I have left behind And the shadow of my body Illuminated by the light they saw at the end of the tunnel
There is no light at the end of the tunnel Gaze upon my sadness and dream of a new world Where eternity won't be a product of time Accursed time that kills me one second after another....
Not even a single kiss for these corpses Thrown, one by one in a tunnel built over a ground Made of the ashes of their own bodies And of the charred remains of their memories
Eternity is not product by time but by all these feelings Thrown in the void of sky Shining for an eternal sleep