I stand alone, I await<br>
The moon to rise, the sun to set<br>
Memories filled with wounds and scars<br>
Like nails driven through my heart<br>
<br>
Night lays over me her dress <--tasta alempana<br>
I shall depart this feeble flesh<br>
No more have I pride to bend<br>
Into endless sleep I shall descend<br>
<br>
Alone I walked through the night<br>
Like a disharmonic note in the song of life<br>
The song that was never sung to me<br>
No pleasure ever touched me deep<br>
<br>
I was one of the lost seven<br>
Stars in the sky of reality<br>
I was a demon lost in heaven<br>
Like a wolf I was among the sheep<br>
<br>
A vast, black sea opens before me,<br>
It is the sea of tragedies<br>
It is dark, deep and shoreless<br>
And it's storms are all woven of grief<br>
Too many ships have pushed their luck<br>
And tried to find the other side<br>
They all have sunk one by one,<br>
(as they) got lost in the stormy, starless night<br>
<br>
The waves they whisper to me,<br>
They beg me to dive into the sea<br>
This is the end of the trip,<br>
I shall be part of infinity<br>
<br>
Into the ocean of melancholy<br>
<br>
Hope is a fake relief in the path of the weak<br>
The feeble eyes did never see<br>
What lies there far beneath<br>
How could I suffer..<br>
How could I dive into ephemeral dream<br>
For my pleasure is pain<br>
And my merriment is grief<br>
<br>
Our souls are like ships<br>
That sail on the sea of sad infinity<br>
The journey is not endless,<br>
Yet it's end can we not foresee<br>
Some ships stuck in dead calm<br>
Fading to gray obscurity<br>
Others raped by headwind<br>
And none ever gets overseas<br>
<br>
I stare the awaiting ocean,<br>
It screams for another sacrifice<br>
I do not fear it's dark abysses<br>
For I never ned the guiding light<br>
In the end there will be no war,<br>
No fight between the Opposites<br>
The sea just turns into ice,<br>
We never saw the paradise<br>
<br>
I behold; the blood drips on snow<br>
Filled with pride I stand<br>
My stare is calm yet I do rejoice<br>
The keys to death are in my hands<br>
<br>
What is this pain<br>
Which grows inside my frustrated heart?<br>
In the still of silvery moon<br>
I lie alone stained with blood