Afasia

I will found in your desires
my own resources,
and I see in your tears
my dreams and the inner fire.
Death ever it see in your eyes
when you live to die inside.

The human are sowing
in the sand of the Death below,
and there nothing grow
only their own, their darkest grief.
And they remember the uncertain.

I see the world in behind
to forget this dream.
In the sands of the times
our Death arise.

The wisdom die slowly
and the pain it follow me.
To believe or to die.
Our Death arise.

I see the world in behind
to forget this dream.
In the sands of the times
our Death arise.

The human are sowing
in the sand of the Death below,
and there nothing grow
only their own, their darkest grief.
And they remember this pray.

I see the world in behind
to forget this dream.
In the sands of the times
our Death arise.

The wisdom die slowly
and the pain it follow me.
To believe or to die.
Our Death arise.

We're felling this grief
that growing inside,
the mind it's weak
in pain and eternally