Heretoir - Anima

Torn apart
and carrying a dying heart.
There is something deep inside
waiting to be heard.

It's disembodied,
it's dwelling in suppression.
But there's a door to something...
something that I've never felt before.

I don't want to die for nothing,
but I have to live for something more.
Low desires determine lives.
This is a liberation of the mind,
of Anima inside.

Dead.
I think
that many just feel dead inside...
and I'm sick of it.
Can anybody see clear anymore?
Wasting their whole lives away.
Nothing is as loud
as the silence of the soul...
the silence of the soul.

It's disembodied,
it's dwelling in suppression.
But there's a door to something...
something that I've never felt before.

I don't want to die for nothing,
but I have to live for something more.
Low desires determine lives.
This is a liberation of the mind,
of Anima inside...
of Anima inside...
Anima inside.