Draped in silence, and misery
How much further, to wander?
Hiding the dead, burdened
The desire has awoken.
Mountains of time, passed
Moments of passing, lost
How much greater, the wonder?
The perfect era has come,
To clothe me in light, desertion
Among a crowded swarm.
All the beautiful things,
That I held so, dearly
How many more will I lose?
In a dying mediocrity, so ordinary
Touch the boundaries of cruelty.
