Lachrimatory - Clarity

Beyond this tomb of powerlessness
The abismal fear of my existence
Translate the opaque vision of my death
In the empty of this room

I shall be forever raptured
By torture and sickness of my mind

Fading...
The shape of the things, the light... is disappering.
And it's molding my wicked being.
All your beauty was even.
So nothing remained to feel.
Only crooked memories

Slowly I'm falling into my own regret.
Distress... and pain.
Feelings joining into one...

Increasing despair.
The doors closed by the scars of life.

There is no reason, and nothing remained to be said.

This is the end. Forever.
I will feel this empty wound in my heart
Burning, in cold ashes.

Pale and deafening lamentation
In dense layers.
I will feel this empty wound
Although masked, in my heart
But burning, in cold ashes.