Tears Of A Christian Hero

The days are gone already and here lays

The leached ashes which haven't had a funeral

From happiness to pain, just like the hours

Of an endless nightmare, silently I move

My body from one side to another in a constant surplus

My shaking eyes caused by the twisting of my head.

Endlessly stare at the image

Reflex from a light torch

Which sad and silent shadow pours over me

It's cold and torturing glace having the pain

And emotion in the deepest of my soul

I'm getting crazy in constant delirium in a madness phenetch

In my lamentation verses, state delirious notes and this madness

Swallows me and its ghostly hate cuts me, marinated in the pain tearful well

I can feel the death bitter taste, which is peering

An wandering an the insanity plain

I find myself in a sad world, victim - like

Pattern as a thousand dead bodies' extinguished image

My soul touches heaven in this deafening silence

So that they will be able to lead me where my body belongs to

My spirit is fed up of my body morning now I face

The dark and the flame in my heart

Is coldly coming to the an end

I get rid from this dwelling declining to ride

Among angels I leave body to worms in the necropolis

Of those who lay in a permanent glory

I leave body to worms in the necropolis of those

Who lay in a permanent glory

In a permanent glory