You are adoring the dead for the love of life, Now praise you loss with this tear of desire, - on fire
You rise – Like a phoenix from…, You praise your loss, From ashes born, Like a phoenix from the ashes, And ends in fire
You are adoring the dead for the love of life, My heart is cold, like ashes in deep winter, - Death, death, death – No fire in your clouded eyes now – cold white crystalline tears forcing their way to the core
Hold' breath – something's wrong with me, I feel – the heat rising in me, Like a fire burning from inside, Burns my flesh, melting down my mind, In flames smell of burned skin, Discharge of lifespan energy, Not much more left but dust and soil, Hold on! It is time, to rise…
From the ashes born and died in liquid fire, Now praise you loss with this tear of desire, Little hope is just the one thing you require, Hold on! Hold on! Discharge – restore – awake now, Discharge – recharge