9 acessos
I'm on the threshold of being lost again,
I've broken off my connections with life,
Searching death with my hands blooded,
Coming closer to the darkness beyond life everytime…
Calling me everytime,
Crushing in its cold
My breathe stops
When I talking shelter in its darkness
I'm admiting my soul,
To its cold that breaking my body into pieces…
With last tear from my eyes,
I'm saying to farewell my life.