Infusion of eternal melancholic and stamina
The love for majestic sound  
As we live through a disaster of one self
Make each day closer to destruction and farther

From our reality for witch we  pretend is calibrated
By our motion towards dissolution.
Narrating our torture  
It is inevitable,  

yet we find comfort in the fragile state of mind that  
Lets us forget that we are just a spare for the wheel  of life.