Along The Avenues Of Hell

Snow stops falling so it'd like to get dirty

at the street corners under the dreary March sun.

I'd give my own self for this dreadful winter

so it doesn't come to an end

In Death... within Death...

I've got Death... Death...

I love this fall full of tears

I love this useless downfall somptuos, blessed

I won't ever come back. Let me say it...

I don't ever want life in me again. Dreadful atrocious life.

A finest paradise, the joy of death

and garden full of statues without shade

And the madness from the deepest pain

shore... of the end

beaches without any sound

from the sea. Infinite and deserted

and such unnatural possession of agony

and then unconsciousness, so to feel its happy intoxication.

I don't accept any sentence from these vile ones

towards me or anyone else

There is no forgiveness. The end is absolute

War will finish

I accept death from God and, in Him do I want to die

I am the hell that few know. I'm here to meet a few

so life falls out, falls down. Speechless.

Within the flow of a tortured wind

the light falls down, gives up

I can't come out

Now I'm afraid

sometimes it comes back. It doesn't stay long

Nobody ever died here inside. Yes...

The boat is appearing from a straight canal

There it's raining... there inside.

Where I'm going...?

It's raining, there inside.

Having escaped from hell forever

I prepare myself

for my execution.