You can't escape from obtrusive thought

That you have trusted in false muse's words and every note

Now bless your chains to melt prisoner's groaning sorrow



I raised my barrow

Lonely emperor



Tuba mirum spargens sonum

Per sepulcra regionum

Coget omnes ante thronum

Dies irae, dies illa

Solvet saeclum in favilla



Spark of genius

It's continuous

Struggle with the wind to kindle fire



Chill of marble

Light of a candle

Can only listen to the confession of the liar



I raised my barrow

Dying emperor

Slave of the sound

Panic in eyes

Feel of diminuendo of his short and wasted life



Clutching tight the last moment of passion

Searching for the sense that I missed

Feeling that the end is near

I cheat the hunger with the promise

That I'll satisfy it



[Lyrics by Nowak]