Inside a hollow room he floats in a mist of memory
Transforming a life that hold thousand deaths
Suffering one last weak as crestfallen essence
Inside a hollow room he struggle the pain's climax
Draining the purpose to exist
Crossing the gates of consiousness
Taking ecstasy of grief

Did I swear understanding to leave these tragedies for me?
For this life holds no more but a view
A solemn colour to the hanging trees
A celebration of my own
Troubled eyes of my inner self wide open
Blinded by fevers that devour

A little drop of heartblood, a precious drop of pain
Fragments of passing days fading this life away
And so I lose myself, I close my eyes
There's something deep inside me that has already died

Draining, fading away