Darkness...Nothing but an empty shell I have become...
This melancholy,which keeps me alive in this tiresome world,
is only a glimpse of my tormenting feelings.
Despair,and nothing but despair...
And while my warm,crimson blood keeps slowly pouring down from my pale cheeks
I shall distinguish my own solitude with a glimpse of dying hope
Ah,my loneliness is more painful than non existance,
I wish to feel vengeful pain piercing trought my tired,destroyed body,
because the only thing I require is nonpermanence...
Ah,the moon seizes it's reflection on the blade of my sword,
stained with my holy blood...
Tears,huh..I have never tasted them,
I have never felt them,
Cause I have never had them
Only LACRIMOSA.....
Ah...The alluring melody of a fading requirem keeps tormenting my mind,
just like an echo,it keeps whispering in my head,throught eternity,
the dying voice is calling me,
but I only mourn for your quiet embrace,
my darkness...
My poor,betrayed soul
keeps lying on the floor of the dungeon of regret,
bind in stained chains,it keeps suffering and futilely screaming,
while seeking for your bloody vestige
but no one can hear it's envious cry,
no one,but ME...
LACRIMOSA...
