Everything

In pieces into infinity
It's like everything was ashes
Crumbling the senses
Erasing the memory

Concealing your peace
Among debris of conscience
A dead dream, tired reason
A dead dream, tired reason

Is dead
Is black
Is pale
In the Dark

Threw down my head in the abyss
There's no more helper
The hands march to the neck
A thousand demons remain me

My eyes fallen to the wind
It's lost in the mills of suicide
I lost the calm, why! Ruins
Marked the Signs in my death

Cry disfigurations to the sun
Implore their better face to the moon
To hold on paralytic life
To hold on without a path

Is dead
Is black
Is pale
In the Dark

Everything is dead in me

And when the sun become all red
Our disgrace will beat all of front
The screams will be your melody
And tears will fall like storm