My Home is the Tomb In the captivity of the Holy Land I don't see a Light for ages In the cramped caske t I don't see the Sun and the sky There is Realm of Death Only demons talk with me here Way back don't be here, but in my cramped box I was seized with the yearning I miss Light There is Realm of Death I've wandered in other worlds But my mind where slumbering You have been filled with Lie L...

This Pain remainds of Doom The roaming is aimless Beeng uncertain is accompanied By loss of a vital power So We make them So We make the monsters Who are the results of our Morbid imaginations The fear, The fear Increases and gets stronger The fear, The fear It's fragile existence I've lost my Faith Going on my way How stupid-it all is a deception... We immortalize a Human Suffering, Suffering...

Everybody is dead, nobody lives with me, nobody is here to help me I'm quiet alone at present... Is there a meaning in my life, my stupid life now There is one joy left to me: to wait for my death It's so painful I'm pained to realize my solitude on the Earth. It's dark... Why? Why does it happen to me? I am in pain, my heart is heavy, I am in fire I feel bad, my mind has killed, it is despair...

I could see Your Light once upon a time And looked at the Sun till the darkness had blinded me. Light lost I said to satan: Be master of my soul And sin penetrate into me Woe to me "Everyone who keeps on sinning is a slave to sin" We are all rovers of sin Serpent creeps and creeps into my essence Ancient serpent reign over the world Serpent seduces and curses me Serpent vomiting his poison out...

The Bruts who have taken from their own lifes the enjoyment Are disposing of other lives now Yes, they do it. It's a pity They are merciless killers comiting deadly sins They give terrible death to their own children Doom to Torment and Sorrow theirs and themselves too It's a weeping, here is a graveyard The children who haven't been born die in pain This is a predestination But Grief will com...

The time's flow is inevitable The vainities devour our power Why do we rush about the Earth Possessed by vain Hopes of changes Death is inevitable Fate is invariable As ever It's boring to have, to have No changes As ever Forever The time's flow is inevitable I cannot pause myself What am I doing? Why? Which are my aims? Which are my ends? I cannot get rid of the loathome fuss Of this world bu...