I tried to feel myself safe In this world full of hope But I just feel cold I tried to be someone else And being raped by consciousness It was greyness inside I just remember, some need to an end Some hunger and will to die Incessant and magnificent The beats of death are upon us A macabre rhythm in black A miserable loneliness Skeletons are playing skulls Drums made of human skins Coldness and anger Are smelling death aside Triumphant melodies of torture Rumbling endless nightmares The entrance of heaven Breathing the light of day Breathing the light of day No words to say, no sounds to play Their beat is sweet and lovely Lonely as twilights brightness Light is lighting these empty skulls Breathing the light of day
breathing, skull, light, greyness, beat