Around
me I could feel the cry, 
Far apart a soul withered and dry, 
Death calls upon the shadows of night, 
The awakening sun starts to hide, 
Then there begins a tremendous fight, 
Between sun, moon, dark and light, 
No one knows the ashes of sight, 
For they may murk, but are bright; 

The tickling silence rushes around, 
My soul is soon going to be bound, 
Arise, shall the ending be, 
Grieving death curving be, 
Now on my deeds I shed and weep, 
There are wounds carved deep, 
One by one I take a leap, 
To a destiny I may seep; 

Turn by turn we have to leave, 
On this aspect I made myself believe, 
And now the silence begins to scream, 

With
every shouting whisper shatters a dream, 

For
it may, soon fall, 
Arrogance, pride and all, 
And under the covers they may hide, 
A quantity of filth, Sin and bribe, 

Now as the time falls short in my hands, 
I fall on my knees and tears bland, 
For I know; I may exist not, 
I should have realized this life is short, 
 Lying down I breathe for last, 
 It may be; for others; a past, 
There prevails a peace, for now, shouts the echoing silence 
A dead piece of flesh, no more… no more!