Waiting, waiting kills me, rapes me Demons, demons caught me, drunk me Soul flies, thoughts die Void fills, void fills my life Duel, duel With it, with myself
Screams, screams call me, call me Depth, depth pulses pulses Wisdom, patience Are hidden by the gate of dawn Falling, falling Ends my ends my pain
Every time, when clocks strike 4 a.m., I feel myself strange lying in my bed and looking at grey walls. Abominable void walks around me and its sticky fingers touch my heart, touch my soul. I try to imagine her skin, her breath and her voice, but every day it becomes harder and harder to do.
My last wish for fresh cold breath Hatred to the rotten smell My last wish for soft white skin Hatred to the plague and wounds
Open this old heavy gate, which hides tomorrow from my eyes Throw away these demon's chains, which enmesh my exhausted soul
I'm afraid that gates of tomorrow will not open in front of me in one day and I will lose myself between two worlds, between night and day.