[Music: N. Rudolfsson]

[Lyrics: N. Rudolfsson]



Abandoned souls dwell beyond the membrane of life

While the race goes on in false joy and heavenly lies



Hiding from the world of light

Every dawn could be the last rite



Shadows of darkness surround them

They have chosen the paths of obscurity



Solitude empress their world of dusk

Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living.

Don't disturb the melancholic souls



Sometimes they unfortunately cross the path of the rats

And observes a abhorrent way of wasting their pathetic lives



Spit at the world of light

Every dawn could be a release



Shadows of darkness surround them

They have chosen the paths of obscurity



Solitude empress their world of dusk

Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living.

Don't disturb the melancholic souls