The Face کے بول

In the paths of death You only can breathe peace And fear between the souls That now spit their bones In the paths of death My feet are trapped In the mud and dust By the souls That live in its realm His death has been quiet Reflecting on his face The gleam of serenity of his soul His absence will never cause The oblivion Darkness traps me And makes my aura tremble I can't get out of the tunnel And later on he went to other The spirits from the kingdom of the souls Wrap me in the cobweb At the end of the corridor I can see a brightness And I'm free In the supposed kingdom of life In the supposed kingdom of life… I get out to the light of day This sun burns my face And melts down my eyes Burning even the shadow of my soul Even the shadow of my soul… I get out to the light of day This sun burns my face And melts down my eyes Burning even the shadow of my soul Even the shadow of my soul… Even the shadow of my soul…