Idioma Origen:
Haunted nights for haleyon days
Can´t sleep to the scraping of his voice
Nature´s way struck grief in me
And I became a ghost in sickness
Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And you´d pity my conviction
Whereas I thought of myself as a leader
You´d cling to your pleasant hope
It is twisted fascination
While I´d ruin the obstacles into despair
And I´m praising death
Lost love of the heart
In a holocaust scene memory
Decrepit body wearing transparent skin
Inside, the smoke of failure
Wept for solace and submit to faith
In his shadow I´m choking
Yet flourishing
Master
A delusion made me stronger
Yet I´m draped in pale withering flesh
I sacrificed more than I had
And left my woes beneath the mire
Idioma Destino:
Haunted nights for haleyon days
Can´t sleep to the scraping of his voice
Nature´s way struck grief in me
And I became a ghost in sickness
Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And you´d pity my conviction
Whereas I thought of myself as a leader
You´d cling to your pleasant hope
It is twisted fascination
While I´d ruin the obstacles into despair
And I´m praising death
Lost love of the heart
In a holocaust scene memory
Decrepit body wearing transparent skin
Inside, the smoke of failure
Wept for solace and submit to faith
In his shadow I´m choking
Yet flourishing
Master
A delusion made me stronger
Yet I´m draped in pale withering flesh
I sacrificed more than I had
And left my woes beneath the mire