My silent soul

The worst of the melancholies

A complete abysmal pain

Your touch is the spiritual darkness



I was a cadaver before living

Sad, when listening, blow by blow

The succession of the seconds

I suffer, therefore I know that´s an infinite sorrow



The more I resist,

More increases and it sinks the wound

And when I transpose the soul

That sadness still follows me

I'm the key to the sorrow - an hymn to pain