الأغاني: Ice Ages. Buried Silence. Painful God.

You know, my painful god; my old forgotten cell
Please, save me from this curse of a bridge I'll never cross

My wish for doom to think, my will for hopelessness dwells
Can I just fill this void, to turn to senseless loss

My dirge to live I hear, to live in vain in fears
To turn my heart to dust, to freeze my blood and thoughts

To spill here all my tears, forgetting the glimpses
of what could be my past, my ever haunting ghost

I'm longing for the end, I'm looking for the hope
Can't see my shade ahead, and not behind...alone

Will it ever burn my brand? The race of thoughts will stop?
I see my visions dead my light long time gone...

[by Grigorii Petrenko]