Sadistic Intent Act I - Ames De Marbre
The guardian angel descends from his obscure limbo,
to eternally rest on his cold body of the begin.
His melancholic face, empty of sensations,
watches over the dead, motionless, rock of stone, on a parallel world.
Angel of sadness invading your tomb.
It seems that a tear rolls down your cheek.
Your soul, has maybe rejoined its immortality.
Thanks to him you'll dream again and forever.
Schutzengel deiner Seele, der heute wieder weggeht,
um ewige Stille zu suchen.