Alone, rational thoughts submerged by the fear Dark, only faint visions of the cruelty appear In sporadic tone, the composition of beauty turned grim and cold... Once again, I must face the horrors of regret Antiquity arrives before it is welcomed Only to leave behind an empty shell of dilirium. Waiting only prolongs the wanting Living only prolongs the arriving Death knows no regret of a mournful refusal In sporadic tones the compositions of beauty turned grim and cold...