Slackly watching the glare of the bucolic hills Stumbling in mirrors without blindfolds aside Jubilating the chants of a broken past When the fear steps in, blind man can see If we all fear, we'll be forever blind The reflex of a strained face Not a single broken mirror screen Sense of tomorrow Black puddle of mudd Unfolds the path Unstoppable carnage of unfaithful dreams In this somber world, one can never behold us An obscure meeting, a screen that is so dirt Infant dreams reveal the glare 360 degrees of light Don't be fooled by the mask we create For this is all a lie Blending affections Departed souls wonder a showcase of pride Burning desire of blindness Just watching it passing by Wasting time Living the most obsolate life And searching for ways to escape Fall into deepest coma This putrid sphere deserves no lightness Once so brave with its flaunting walls Fashion of reflections Vanity of a gloomy life A brighter world, a gentle gaze A field of withered grass Visible glittering at the sunlight The sweet glances can show a shred of our code A voyage of fractured thrills Dripping down from the waterfall The glow from the gems outshines the moonlight The reflex of a pale face Not a single broken display Sense of the future May your ripped out chest rot in the sky From the waters that I'm damned to cross The glimpse of darkness Memories of a forgotten world I know no other way Sickened of prowl on a celestial stone Through frosted avenue We walk alone A massive vortex To unfold the truthful breach