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The days are gone already and here lays the leached ashes which haven't had a funeral...

From happiness to pain, just like the hours

Of an endless nightmare, silently I move my body from one side to another in a constant surplus

My shaking eyes caused by the twisting of my head.

Endlessly stare at the image

Reflex from a light torch

Which sad ans silent shadow pours over me it's cold and torturing glace having the pain

And emotion in the deepest of my soul

I'm getting crazy in constant delirium in a madness phenetch

IIn my lametation verses, state delirious notes and this madness

Swallows me and it's ghostly hate cuts me, marinated

in the pain tearful well

I can fell the death bitter taste, which is peering ad wandering an the insanity pain

I find myself in a sad world, victim - like, pattern as a thousand dead bodies' extinguished image

My soul touches heaven in this deafening silence, so that they will be able to lead me where my body belongs to

My spirit is fed up of my body morning now I face the dark and the flame in my heart

Is coldly coming to the an end

I get rid from this dwelling declining to ride among angels

I leave body to worms in the necropolis of those who lay in a permanent glory