3 acessos
Crossed out from the list of the dead
you are born again for this world
who begged for this?
why are they causing you pain again?
Endless circulation of lives
condemned to eternal anguish
hope undying for ages, melting in the mist of rain and fog
The cramp of wheelwirk mechanisms
screams at which you loose your hope,
the hope for a calm prologue
to the realm of silence and emptiness