Dreams and calumnies Each dawn I wake up on a bed of harrows Resigned in times past I can't let them overwhelm my wills
Dreams and calumnies Each dawn I wake up on a bed here bellow Release by the warmth of an old dead call tree!
Following the path, the path of dying lights Drunk of vain hopes, crippled in my flesh Consumated are the candles as I drew near Digging my tired heart with a firebrand
Facing the skies, cavernous spiral staircase I rush for the light at a slower pace The drip of life beats my ascent Wounded euphoria in bitterness
The light moves away, weakened luminosity Oozing vault flowing into the gulf, idillyc lakes don't reflect myself
Despicable nails of holocaust slowly pierce my heart Consumed are my lungs on the altar of shrieks Exuberant shades overcoming the walls A dead weight on my bruised shoulders cloudiing the filth
Laborious climb through a chimeric crowd Feeling of motionlessness, attraction of the void I believe in a rising but the level gets down Triumphant darkness, I evolve with touch and finally collapse
Creeping on the floor, anguish and helplessness Seeking the loophole of the dark so wild Desesperate tears don't want to leak Trapped in myself, of dust I feed
Anachronistic is the pulse of womb! A wind coming from the movement of dead raw things! Is this end for real? Is this end for real? Unrelentingly carrying the dreaded burden!
Resigned in times past I can't let them overwhelm my wills Deviant behaviours revive my spirits Released by the warmth of an old dead call tree...