Sybir

Locomotive is running inside the mist
The forest receives it's smoking bit
Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward
And my destination, drawing to the shroud.

Windows reflect, this quiet.

Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
But I can't feel the stroke, I'm covered by loneliness
Triumphant, my preacher, is calling to his mass
And slowly, dying children, are coming to your black
Cathedral burns in tears
Redemption for all sinner lost in time.

Windows reflect, this quiet
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave…my funeral
Candle are waiting…the flame of soul
I'm ready for unclosed the sacred door.

And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine.

Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
But I can't feel the stroke, I'm covered by loneliness
Every dump brick the sinner corps
Every out candle, sinner lair.

Candle are waiting…the flame of soul
I'm ready for the stroke of mortal bell.

Window reflect, this quiet.

The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave…my funeral
Candle are waiting…the flame of soul
I'm ready for the stroke of mortal bell.

Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail.