Tears are blazing as torches

Intertwining completely

Everything what is create

The world is burning and on its remains

Will rise a new unwanted material

Don't help me

Don't pull your hand out

A cold as a crystal and so indifferently

Dreams are drowned, this fair and pure

You are waiting for my end "novissima verba"

But you will hear anything,

My lips are close

I'm quite, but my thoughts are swearing

Flouncing in dark, I can't reach a breath

I hear freighting scream, I laugh at it

I have my own world in which I'm a master