원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey
Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul
slumber.
A world beyond affliction;
When the calling lulls us unto our infinite beds
And the droning pulse of nihilism mocks us
From across lightless fissures of consciousness.
Writhing... Burning
Alive only to host this Stygian torment
Pitied we are
When deep sleep falls upon mankind.
Hopeless, we fall
Into the fathomless depths of this virulent dream.
And from the haunted arms of Morpheus,
We arise to a different despair.
