THE SENSATION OF MELANCHOLY
AS I ENTER THE REAL OF THE DEAD

I FEEL AS HARD AS THE AGONY
TO THE END DEATH.

NOW THIS CONVERTED INTO A SPIRIT
WALKING AMONG THE WORLD OF THE LIVING
WITH THE DESIRE TO LIVE AGAIN
HAVE A BORY AND SOUL THIS MANIFIEST IN MY DREAMS

I SEE HIS EYES TEARS OF BLOOD
I HEAR AGONIZING SHOUTS AS IF THEY WERE
WILD WOLFS IN THE COLD AND BLACK NIGHT.

I FEEL HIS HANDS TOUCH ME,
AN UNTEASDY PULSE, AN ENDLESS TREMBLE,
CAUSSED BY TOTAL SUFFERING.

I WISH TO WAKE UP FROM THIS NIGTHMARE
BUT THIS COMDEMNED SOUL POSSESES ME

I DON'T LET ME WAKE UP TO THE REALITY
OF WICH I BELONG.

I FEEL HIS PAIN COMINING FROM HIS HEART
FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO LIVE.
HE TELLS ME HIS TORMENT IS GREATER WHEN HE WALKS
A AMONG THE WORLD OF THE LIVING.

THE SPIRIT WILL FOREVER REMAIN IN THIS WORLD
TRYING TO LIVE
AMONG THE LIVING.