How lonely remains the dead, spying in the unending retreat.
Attraction for the eternal whisper
Look like if the world cares about them, which one is certain I have said

Listen the ladder on they fearless lost
Begin to count the tears
People who unease your way
Even when the corpse only stings outside, which one is certain you must said

I become the ashes on your gaze, In the humility of a musing
Now I’m the ash on your ways
Because everybody dies, Only because they can

How lonely remains the dead, spying in the unending retreat.
Attraction for the eternal whisper
Look like if the world cares about them, which one is certain I have said

Listen the ladder on they fearless lost
Begin to count the tears
People who unease your way
Even when the corpse only stings outside, which one is certain you must said

I become the ashes on your gaze, In the humility of a musing
Now I’m the ash on your ways
Because everybody dies, Only because they can