The flames,
That they burn me with.
The bleaky plains,
Through the valley of sorrow...

Silence is my march
And darkness shows my way.

From my heart is in the
Well of damnation,
As their souls in must be
Curse of my redemption.

The roses,
As dark as their heart
And the coldness,
Deep inside their eyes

Silence is my march
And darkness shows my way.

Bleak in my sight
And there's blur in my faith.

From my heart is in the
Well of damnation,
As their souls in must be
Curse of my redemption.

Soul is rotting from
The infinite misery of mine.
My damnation has written
Without a shred of light.