Incredibly, the halo is forever widening This aura of melancholy infinitely absolute Trying to disappear at times in the form of other mask I have imposed, or that I try to create me alone, Some memories and thoughts and excruciating pain I see in the gloomy light distance ... Majestic spirits are dead. Majestic life that ends Majestic, the death that comes
In the fog of ourselves, we find the key to open the door of our fate... Afate already finished at the start .... already dead ... dead inside.
Incredibly, the halo is forever widening This aura, of melancholy.... infinitely.... absolute... Trying to disappear.... Majestic spirits.. wrapped ..in a deadly grip in a deadly grip ........