Tekstovi: Elysian Fields. An Overture Of Sorrows Unfolding.

I have become my
Pitiful screams
Redeemer of my thoughts
Clouded by uncertainty
Inevitable the loss

Inaudible cries
And bittersweet wonders

I dream of woes

The absolution
That surrounds me
As insipid as love
Justifies the existence
Inevitable my loss

Artificial survival?
To end all wars?
End my wars?
End all wars

Unloving sights abusing me
Shadows lurk under my skin
My friendless solitude
Groaning and tears

The absolution
That surrounds me
As insipid as love
Justifies the existence
Inevitable my loss

An overture of
Sorrows unfolding

I have become my
Pitiful screams
Redeemer of my thoughts