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Past, morbid past; lost power, exhausted shape

I have no vitality to fight against depression and lies

Breaking the wall of suffering, I do not believe in my humanity

Unstable [the] ground below feels, I am born from the beast

Dead mouth do not talk

They do not know what to say

My words and mind not safe

I'm running behind life

Visions, after magic, wake up in a holy place

Mortal remains of the skeleton slowly disappear

Souls trying to find serenity and attention

Unrest creates negative energy,

Holy shadows walking around the grave

While sad to hear screams from the empty tomb

I declared dead until doomsday hour

Forever in my underground room - [it] opens the gate

The strength of the dark following my clues and beset me

I must conciliate with the truth and return

I dig my grave, holy shadows scratch me

While various wraiths watch me behind back

Alive in the empty grave I buried

Loam into my eyes, I know there is no salvation of duplicity

I'm suffocating and last words I want to say, without hope

and meaning will not get anywhere

After mistakes no regrets, learn from the mistakes made while

there is time

I wonder why I have chosen?! Learn that the holy shadows is I