Tears are blazing as torches
Intertwining completely
Everything what is create
The world is burning and on its
remains
Will rise a new unwanted material
Don't help me
Don't pull your hand out
A cold as a crystal and so
indifferently
Dreams are drowned, this fair and pure
You are waiting for my end "novissima verba"
But you will hear
anything,
My lips are close
I'm quite, but my thoughts are swearing
Flouncing in dark, I can't reach a breath
I hear
freighting scream, I laugh at it
I have my own world in which I'm a master