From A Silent Yearning Dark (исполнитель: Gardens of Gehenna)
Every defeat's a little death. It's a disaster for the weak, but for me it's just a challenge, a passage to another me. And therefore, rouged with blood and ashes, I'm singing on my way to [bad word] I'm dancing toward Golgatha, I'm guided by an inner knell. There are many shades of black and that I use the signs you've chosen, that I'm talking in your tongue, doesn't mean that you're my friend. I don't want your [bad word] pity, 'cause one gets it for a song, but your jealousy honours me, for which I`ve been working hard and long. From a silent Yearning dark a secret, mighty spell is born. Beneath a red sky burning cold from my ashes I will rise.