(Drawn) into the muteness of denying the self The cold breeze of a moment of stillness is blowing grim and frightful, irreversible and iron-clad Just for one second, again... Motionless, static, frozen up breath, my thoughts-drifting into endless spheres of relentlessly burning fears Into my secret consolation-my apparent desperation Into my secret consolation-fragmentation of creation Alone, legs weak, with fear-barren and bleak Traced by somber, sighing shadows and roaring dust I am waiting while the star of sadness is standing still under this sinister red clouded skies, Where all tears are wept in silence Captured in a locked room... Shady grey shadows cover an icy wilderness, inside this madness, Inside bowels of dark endlessness, within this trembling abyss Motionless, static, frozen up breath, my thoughts-drifting into endless spheres of relentlessly burning fears And I am waiting while the star of sadness is standing still under this sinister red clouded skies, Where all tears are wept in silence