Masks concealed the real mourning

No noise  were allowed

Misfortune came with large steps

Enveloped the future into a shroud



The bride wears black tonight



Valleys got deeper and deeper

The summits disappeared in beautiful

Clouds a path

In sick infinity

Deep abysses and beside it



Travelled in endless trains

Try to solve my existence

Sins, often pure temptation

Praised, hallowed, just lies [repeat]



Voices to bear, inner futility

Be it true, be it my love

Coming to torture you...

...to torture you with my devotion



[repeat 1st verse]