Deadsoil The Day I Die
Among the edge of life I turn myself
The mirror shows past days times of light
More times of darkness unsettled I stand
Towards the gods of hate
The ones to whom I prayed
Transcience of life now a manifest
Fragmentary tales of yesterday - I back myself
Some things pretended more things I regret
Here I stand between the gods of emptiness
The ones that determined my life
Transcience of life now a manifest
Am I going to rest?
Not today, not tonight, not tomorrow
Not today - the day I die
Mirror falls to pieces - the day I die
Am I going to rest?
The day I die...
