Dead trees rise from the snow
This is where my path leads me
Leads me to misery.

They lost their name
They will never dream, never hope
Without words they accept my life.

Desire for endless moments in your arms
Evoken by one look in your eyes
Now there is only the winda's embrace.

Enchanting voice from sweet lips
I wona?Tt hear again...
Only the sad whisper from the cold waste.

Dead trees turn to dust
Covered with eternal snow
I will never dream, never hope again.

This is where my path lead me
To misery so cold... to the end
And I will never return.

Deep dark slow... stream flows
Deep dark red... warm blood
My blood falling... this life fading.

Deep dark blood, colder, to forest shadows flowing.

Cold dim sad... open still
Light has left... these eyes
They will shine no more... no more.

Burn no more, eyes, weary of life forever remain dim.

Cold... feel no more
Dim... see no more
Pain... feel no more
Dark... care no more.

Care no more... care no more.
To far away... to far.

Tore my hope away, left nothing within - hollow, scarred forever. And their eyes never cease to look, the laughter goes on,
Inside my mind. Every dream they tear apart.
My own belief against the masses. Praise their own empty lives, they are shallow gods. Force me to believe their lies, infesting
Me with self-hate. Self-hate is opening my veins, killing my mind. Neverending self-destruction, neverending this hurt. Want me
To die, want me to weep, so many of them against my mind - torturing my dreams.
I rather weep eternally, than join your mindless optimism, I rather die now, than ever be a part of your sick world. I try to
Forget all this pain, deny all the hurt, deny my own pity life.
The gentle dance - to caress, infest, a gate in my mind towards another life, this one already forgotten. Never have to look at
Them again. Breeding as the beasts that they are. Procreate - promutate - why wona't you just become extinct.
The raging hate kept me here for another dark day, hating myself, hating them, who denied my life and love. The anger towards
This world burns and grows within, together with my facination and my desire for Death.