Grating… grief…
Against my will i break the seal
Of my seclusion…
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop…
The river of tranquility is only water…
A face without eyes, without lips…
Gaping sinister holes…
A mouth opened like a grave…
Despair is visible…
Oppressing winds…
Styx is gnawing a frame of the burnt boat…
A wound in the neck…
Bleeding like a necklace…
I colour my hands red…
The dogs will lick slush off the sand…
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop…
The river of tranquility is only water…