When obsidian mist falls over your eyes

Like an ice-cold veil,

Stepping on the edge of which you make your soul attach

To your cursed way.

The suffered symphony of the torment's realm

Sounds before you

Its distant whisper weaves

The web of the frayed strings of your hopes,

That strums soundlessly.

Like a bleeding memory I'm watching you eternally

From the depths of the chambers of your dreams,

I am your embracing grave

In the depths of the chambers of your dreams.

The mournful flames of your despair

Forging your screams.

Swallowed by a sustained wave,

Bursting out of the pits of my soul.

Like a bleeding memory I'm watching you eternally

From the depths of the chambers of your dreams of your dreams!