Splinters of memories are crumbling into dust, Destroyed fortress of the past is burning
Withered bouquet Looks like the broken heart, Like glorious ship forgotten on the cay Maybe someday regrets will come or conscience will rise, but now It’s quiet and satisfied
Woeful, depended like a puppet on a string, Like in the mousetrap with poisoned cheese Madness pervaded, The sorcery prevails
The desolated streets are covered with grey mist, Forsaken castle of your dream is broken Terrified bird was expelled from the golden cage, One more page filled with pain, but it’s not over