Staring at the perpetual funeral of my dreams, Gazing at the endless horizons of the abysmal fate; What have you done ? My sinful soul. Why do you always haunt me ? My Dreary illusion! A True call for death,The only obsession,The undenied truth. Save me from this life, Death obsessed ! Withering away in the cold shrine Frozen in the timeless illusion of joy The pulse of existence in me has decayed Isolated,Wounded,ensnared in sorrow Trapped in the vast abyss of the desolate plain. where Death is most alive. My soul left from me to the obscured cold mist, Where I lay silent, soulless, waiting for my final chapter to be unfolded! The hands of time are approaching, The smell of death, My coldest desire! I am the essence of my depression, Buried forever by the unmerciful hands of fate! Slowly falling into the abyss of oppression trapped, obfuscated in the tomb of my depression.