Rit
Sinkin’ in the dark,
Drowning by the pitch,
No relief that calms my pain.

Eyes’re going to waste
They repel the light
Can’t restrain my gaze again

Neverended grief
For this loneliness
I remind my thoughless days.

Far I hear the voices
Of my fellows joy
but I’m here, I can’t escape.


Am I on faith? Am I unholy?
My damned soul reclaims its glory.
Fall down from heaven sky to the deepest circle;
Rejected from angels choirs by the flaming idol
Tears sheding on this dryed valley,
Flow trough the thorns of my buried alley

Semantic
Pity for my ashes, mercy for my limbs, I will never sin again!
Guilty of my actions, filthy on the sewer, please redeem your hopeless son.