Fire that kills you time's disappearing, making the way for death.
Face of which is the light of the fire created by the dark.
It was in the ages of the exile it will be for a long time
Nothing hasn't changed after you departure-hey.

And arrival there where there's more than Life and Death
Mourn for your return.
So sleep transform to blood so pains bloom and fade to sprout again
It was, it is...From deads only you swim in the river of sorrow in
Consciousness of your...self.

Where everything surrounds you is nothing burns but is never burnt
You were pulled out of the world of life in wich you were no one!
Your mortal name has been free to suffer for you don't suffer!
Because you have no more name. Wind of oblivion drains your tears.
Right!