Devoid of life, lost and glum Silence devours flair, swears allegiance to its maids On the prowl of loneliness To geminate with harsh, fake resistance to my art
Accept my soul Offer my toil to the poet's tears Caress my heart It's my black art to whisper in your ears
Back to the days we embellished the rhymes Off to the gallery of my pains Embody the spirit, this art of mine Every verse speaks for a thousand strains
Ornaments of agony Cut the wrists of our bond to reality Embrace in sighs and despair To connect the flames to the Oceans of my soul
Accept my soul Offer my toil to the poet's tears Caress my heart It's my black art to whisper in your ears
Back to the days we embellished the rhymes Off to the gallery of my pains Embody the spirit, this art of mine Every verse speaks for a thousand strains
All screams and groans inside, not a single sigh A chest like a storm profound (roaring melancholy)
Bring me out in shackles to the mercy of the might Hit me with your contempt, I'll rejoice and shine so bright Let me introduce my gloom to the deepest of your fears I want to cross your borders straight inside your winter, dear!
Accept my soul Offer my toil to the poet's tears Caress my heart It's my black art to whisper in your earsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
