Crawling clouds hide the moon staining silver on the waves Like a swarm of blowflies darkness slowly spreads throughout They're coming back again this time with a width of horizon Mourning will come to an end, morning will never draw again Burden grates the bones like fire licking naked skin Like the memories fuel the flame of burning pain inside Time is ripe, unlock the doors to tiny, hidden room inside Let the demons walk in, let the graves of time be sealed ...And whole earth falls asleep Once abundant stream, now dries way... (This is my legacy, written with razors to my flesh My heart is buried, my soul dwells in sin I belong to the abyss, and I fall with joy For there was time when I walked among you all...) Why won't this nightmare never end After every funeral morbid season come again I can't know if there was life outside anymore As this winter within ripped my heart out and cut my soul in two There is a point when every streaming stops, the Oceanus calms Like a swarm of darkness blowflies slowly start their feast Long and surreal journey this has been, and I know this is the last Mourning will never end, morning will never draw again