In pieces into infinity
It's like everything was ashes
Crumbling the senses
Erasing the memory
Concealing your peace
Among debris of conscience
A dead dream, tired reason
A dead dream, tired reason
Is dead
Is black
Is pale
In the Dark
Threw down my head in the abyss
There's no more helper
The hands march to the neck
A thousand demons remain me
My eyes fallen to the wind
It's lost in the mills of suicide
I lost the calm, why! Ruins
Marked the Signs in my death
Cry disfigurations to the sun
Implore their better face to the moon
To hold on paralytic life
To hold on without a path
Is dead
Is black
Is pale
In the Dark
Everything is dead in me
And when the sun become all red
Our disgrace will beat all of front
The screams will be your melody
And tears will fall like storm
