Still, I gaze upon to the death-drowned skies, 
Where all my buried visions lie, 
Still, the pulse of "life" tears me apart, 
Like a burning dagger within my heart 
Smothering, suffering, 
My face in the mirror 
Just another carved monument of transience 
Like a grey illusion in a midnigth's dream 
Longing for the final coronation 
The day of this sickness' cremation 
A weary soul, pierced by the wounds of "life" 
Depressing emptiness, 
Loss of perception 
Misery, come and bless my soul once more 
Forgotten, the time, when 
I was free 
Forsaken, the place, where 
I wish to be 
Just one picture marked in my mind, 
Death take my hand, 
Take me to the ruins of my destination! 
Rest in oblivion my persihed soul, 
In places so drab, in timeless spheres, 
Never to be called again 
Life is all in vain, for only ashes will remain