Suspended in the void I see myself drawn
In an astonishingly silent static shadow

That which separates us from death is only an instant
Death, a faithful companion of involuntary sacrifices, looks like me for the moment of rest

The days wither, break
Like painful dead flowers
My anguish, envelop your sanctuary
With unholy flames

I see the pain, the eternal-useless fight
The shadows that come and go like exhalations