I see the sorrow reaching the stars
As it rises within the decayed womb
of weakened, extinguished life
And I feel a harsh winter upon the gates
of a once warm heart
A cold embrace which only the flame
of hatred may withstand
I close my eyes, as if something has died,
As if the echoes of the past fell silent
I see the earth growing old
As shifting darkness deepens cold
And nothing is worth to mourn
When in resilience the hate is born
In this silent tyranny of solitude
There is only one way out
Far beyond the darkness of god
Away from the lamentation of christ
I see the earth growing old
As the sun becomes dark and cold
And nothing is worth to mourn
When in resilience the hate is born
I hear the voices of deceased
Recalling their past lives with sadness
As each year brings only a new darkness
With endless streams of rushing pain