Still, I gaze upon to the death-drowned skies,

Where all my buried visions lie,

Still, the pulse of "life" tears me apart,

Like a burning dagger within my heart


Smothering, suffering,

My face in the mirror

Just another carved monument of transience

Like a grey illusion in a midnigth's dream


Longing for the final coronation

The day of this sickness' cremation


A weary soul, pierced by the wounds of "life"

Depressing emptiness,

Loss of perception

Misery, come and bless my soul once more


Forgotten, the time, when I was free

Forsaken, the place, where I wish to be

Just one picture marked in my mind,

Death take my hand,

Take me to the ruins of my destination!


Rest in oblivion my persihed soul,

In places so drab, in timeless spheres,

Never to be called again


Life is all in vain, for only ashes will remain