Behind this stone gate
My story will be told
In episodes of anguish and suffering
In my bloody tears that leave the floor
Stained with lamentations of an insignificant existence
Everything beside me is dark and chaotic
On this road of obscurity
My solace is the darkness
There is no reflection of my suffering
Only the emptiness of my maddened mind of sadness
On the edge of a horizon that shatters every thought that I may have
My flesh dissolves
My bones disintegrate
My journey behind the stone gate is just the beginning of the end
Of a soul tormented by a chaotic and gray gloomy world
By melancholic paths I keep wandering
At the south side of paradise next to dying souls
That once existed on the border of sadness when the rain fell
My body fades away
The emptiness is taking over my mind
My bones are going to join the mud full of necrophagous insects
On top of the mountain of pain
I see my karma
The total desolation of my being in a last vision of the altar of death
Next to the chalice of mud
My rest will be eternal
In the pit of the suicide bombers
Behind this stone gate
