All Is Silent

The shade of love gives me, your hallucination
I need to endure the solitude, this awfully screaming
To the sting of the atmost chaos
Where the primordial wichness is so hideous for description
The expression of her face, an expression of abominable malice
And triumph into an old, oppressive house
The accoustic illusions of the awfully
Thundering panthymonium captured by horror
Everything around me appear like living blying image.

(We build dreams to get her; if I could see the hapiness of soul
As the rain from our sky is so strong)

The wind from the lake of memories, the cold climate
Gives to the solitude a tone of delight and psychic beauty
But Death seems to be forever between us
And the last hope is like the hate that's stain with blood
Your silent crying, sorrow and invisible feeling
Who cares now about me, when my eyees can't speak?
Why my God? Why even the light of your sun
Is like the sparkling of a star, when it eraces and eraces
Into the deep sed of dawn
If I could live the beginning of your world.