The skies are turning gray, and the grass is dry
The widows close and the chandeliers going out, everything seems lifeless
No soul dares to wander around
Life flows slow like a sea
Hear the sound of the storm
Bringing the suffering of sinners who beg
Spare my life
Spire my life
The skies are turning gray, and the grass is dry
The widows close and the chandeliers going out, everything seems lifeless
No soul dares to wander around
Life flows slow like a sin

When the sounds and lights dissolve your hazy mind
Living nothing inside
Maybe this is your salvation
From your dreams to reality, he will never die
But you have to fight
The sin eater will arrive

Necessary macules on the way up here
Illusions coming from despair and fear
Our poison is powerful, losing our dignity
Life flows slow like a sin

When the sounds and the lights dissolve your hazy mind
Living nothing inside
Maybe this is your salvation
From your dreams to reality, he will never die
But you have to figth
The sin eater will arrive