I'm asking many times
I don't meet any answer
I listen to the dead birds
They cross an empty grey sky
And I hear only sadness and crying
Only branchs of old trees [bad word] my woe and call
For my rebirth...

I'm dead but I still feel bitterness
Gold of stones, eternity
Of stars dead but I feel
The tears in my eyes
Infinity of the sky and glow of flames

You have to cross
Waste land
Look to your face
In the filthy pools
Surrounded by smiling demons
Feel your memories
Your eternity

Desire for it what never has been mine
To round me all the to this place so far
I'm standing above the grave of my heart
It has been buried in dust
And many lies
My lips kiss the tombstone
With one ungraving name
With your name cursed
In thousand times
But I still care this name
Tender in my open hands
- and I'm whispering it
Into empty gold nights

You're confused from your own feelings
And you're slowly awakening from the stark
You seek an answer on your question
You're the man who has the right to ask
Like a walking pilgrim through the valley
Of affliction and shadows
Blinded by false beauty
And defaced by feelings
Of fear and knowledge
Horribling from
The filling up of destiny

Once I'll find the power to wake up you
To wake you from your calm sleep
I'll visit this nights on wings of demons
To bring you bloody flowers of bitterness

And time [bad word] To wade through the sea of silent
To pass through the time
And lament of damneds
And I'll stop so fascinatly to look
To your beautiful face
To be awaking near your bed
To protect your dreams