Born in torments of better might 
I'm again deprived of solar light 
And aspirate to knowledge 
From ice of absorbing darkness 

I'm go towards to grey silhouettes 
Through dense suffocated atmosphere 
My reason under injection pressure 
From ashed dust i will revolt 

Born for eternal fight 
The mental is broken at night 
I have nothing to breath 
Where are you my sweetest death? 

Radiating light of the Lost Worlds 
Absorbing mine soul 
From dark tranquility of your 
Smelling by astral depression to few