In the heart of night

we spend the rest of our life's

No voices no cry

wortex taking each by time

Roams with a burning candles

faces without traces

Inside of you I feel comfort

when I'm not born.

Feel my heart is not beating

I swallow pain

and crave for darkness

In this sweat design of nature

deviance only by good

From the body of angels

to the infinite recurrence

Rain shall replace my birth

that will DEVOUR the love

Inside of you I feel comfort

...when I'm not born