Lost, alone in the crypts of mourning deep under a moutian of sorrows Cold flames of melancholy tearing inside of me. Taste the bitterness and feel the strength in pain. So deep, so dark, so real filling all my veins. Wandering souls meant as one, roaming around (illusoin is) gone Searching in my mind But calm is not to find. Come with me, Follow me in my search for three Fall with me through eons of despair, to the sound of a million divine choirs. Frustration leads my soul to the desert of confusion. Captured in a world formed by myself. Cold flames of melancholy tearing inside of me. Taste the bitterness and feel the strenght in pain.