Here encloses all passions

Here are contained all the doubts

In each corner corroded by the time

Spirits suffers their pain

Singing always the same

Retrain of supplication and despair

The suffering still not sultryed

With the disruption of the fine deaths veil

From a extreme to the other

One by one sealthing

Sweet to their blinded eyes

Their dry throats and their mutilated

Consciences by the pain

Each parable sung in their horrible…

Music, wants to unite to the

Mold and filth of the secular walls

Their tears aren’t consoled anymore

And their pungent vests rots together

Joined because they are solitarians

And alone will remain