I reached the gates of delirium
Stood my eyes until it strikes
Cry for a while, hate all faith
Waiting for the right hours that come too late
Crushing opportunities that I left behind
losing the breath in a desperate run
Falling down on the leaves on the ground
You were not there like I thought that you would be
A flower among corpses, lost in the dust
Abandoned in a mute ambuiguity
Wide open wirst and blood on for guilty
Before the horor of such slaughter I close my eyes in pain
It reflects in the opaque mirror
Through the white curtain
Ethereal souls in eternal suffering
Teneous soft fog that rest on me
So tearful agony, the final agony
Praying to all God's angels for help.
Praying for help