Sometimes images of a sad void fill the thoughts and the soul The only feeling of a gate for relief is a key that you call death
Tortured by life and past My sorrow is the key to some dimensions I once knew but without never reaching them
The grey weather cry, sad and dark The somberness of Satan The moisted walls of years belch the spirit of death So bad there
Tears burn my eyes The key to my melancholy is no relief I wish I'll never see the light Existence is the remeberance of a dark past
Rain of tears stains the castle Bloodred clouds under the sky Caves of stones with water drops Icy fingers of Evil
By this sunday night of september as the rain stops to flow I shall end my life there and maybe open the gate The eternal circle of beings and thoughts is ending with death But to take another form which still haunt beyond I enter
Magical shadows surrounds me as I'm leaving from this world Tragic memories remains as I enter the dead's realm
The grim walls vomit the memories of a sad and Evil past The glaucous and gloomy soul is torn in a tormented eternity