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 delirium.

Waiting only prolong the wanting

Living only prolongs the arriving

Death knows no regret of a mournful refusal

In sporadic tone, the composition of beauty

Turned grim and cold...