In the spirited memory of passion who burned 
a life's emotion swing on the sharp trickle 
of memory and they're shaded by (they are shared byÂ…) 

She/he wants suffocated me 

Crystal's mask of hypocrisy falls 
It's hided in the eyes of conceited man 
it has not sense this voyage 

the mournful hope abash itself 
my thoughts slide awayÂ…farÂ…faded by the time 

She/he wants suffocated me 

Crystal's mask of hypocrisy falls 
It's hided in the eyes of conceited man 
it has not sense this voyage 

The oblivion's cradleÂ…