[Instrumental]

The moment of bizarre calmness
The tranquillity of morning dew
While my silvery tears drifts on these times

(My cold blade of sacred souls)
With a mission of pure slaughter

The moment of deceptive awareness
The blood of innocent ones
When the blackened candles shine

(My cold blade of sacred souls)
With a mission of pure slaughter

How I love to drown in this serene dreams
The dream of these who deserve to die
While my silvery tears drift on these times

Silent is the path
Way to the fields of oblivion
I hold the blade, my beloved
Which turns all to good
In my mind...

Tainted by the blood
From the weak
I hold the price
Of an ancient soldier

So long I waited
So long I wanterd
To show my pride
The highest stand of all

Feels like these walls are my final home
The only haven of this cruel and captured mind
Constantly this time runs over me
And I will be buried with this stillness of mine

Could my heart be any weaker?
Of these silent dreams
Of these flowing thoughts
When the absence overtakes me

Seems like these doors are shut forever
No light... nothing...
Constantly this time runs over me
And I will be buried with this stillness of mine

Could my heart be any weaker?
Of these silent dreams
Of these flowing thoughts
When the absence overtakes me

One night I made myself strong
Visions clear like the haunting air
Honoured by the life
Which gave me so much

All this was just a glimpse of joy
Now everything feels the same
And I am almost
Died and vanished
Drowning soul
In a broken man

Obsessions are too strong
In this ongoing fall
Soon this autumn is mine
Enduring dreams of losing
Silent mist calls the mortal
So lovely to be
Died and vanished

Constant fear in my plain emotions
To find myself...
To feel these shivers
Under the dead skin of mine

To breathe and to suffocate
To live alone
And to die alone
Calling of a great unknown
To find away...
To hide these scars

Under the light of coldness
Engrave my weak body
Bury this hopeless soul
Of a wanderer
Who once called the great unknown

Finally...
You will see the day
Which gives the flickering of nothing
Deceased by this irrelevant world
Sorrow fills this bright air
Feel the cold on your skin

It is time to call the moaner
Of your bereavement
Helpless are the steps
So long is the path
To your death
To the closure of life

Horrors are forgotten
Everything is forgiven
The eternal sleep
Take your time
Finally