I was dead years before my birth
In the sadness of this fact I still stand
Proud of what I am and what I will be
In the eyes of the cold corpse of the ones I loved

In the dreams of the ones I have left behind
And the shadow of my body
Illuminated by the light they saw at the end of the tunnel

There is no light at the end of the tunnel
Gaze upon my sadness and dream of a new world
Where eternity won't be a product of time
Accursed time that kills me one second after another....

Not even a single kiss for these corpses
Thrown, one by one in a tunnel built over a ground
Made of the ashes of their own bodies
And of the charred remains of their memories

Eternity is not product by time but by all these feelings
Thrown in the void of sky
Shining for an eternal sleep