| I wonder if it’s true what they say
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| In the books of Job for the dead
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| Rotten flesh, so what’s next? |
| Elysium is it there?
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| Or is it all just a deceit?
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| Am I damned? |
| Will I ever be able to go
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| Back where I came from?
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| Tell me someone is it meant to be so cruel now?
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| Solemn thoughts are misused
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| At last it falls, the grey curtain for my soul
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| And I feel that I’ve been deceived
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| The light of my life is dim
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| Full of lies that will make me bleed
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| The last time I cried
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| For innocence unspoiled
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| I felt that she had to die
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| Dancing lights in my head driving me insane
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| Don’t tell me what I should believe
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| Drawn before me the sins that haunt me
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| A naughty parade of guilt
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| It was a boring day like the others
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| When my body was stripped of my soul
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| The flesh was sore and the mind was twisted
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| When they decided that I should pay the toll
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| As I walk through these forsaken lands
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| Where soulless people are sold
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| All I have is in my empty hands
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| And I’m left all alone and cold
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| I wonder if there’s a god or a demon devoid of faith
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| To tell me what did I do to join the denmad? |