Dies Irae The Beggining Of Sin
look - come
close your eyes and hold your thought
take it, claim for yourself
tis yours, the slaves know it well
seek - it's there
yet you shall not find it
your eyes are blinded
you are weak and fragile
the truth slays abruptly
rip your eyes out - the beggining of sin
touch - feel the infinity
yet you have your hand no more
pain and torment are the comprehension
do you want to last? or know?
after all, you exist no more...