The Face

In the paths of death
You only can breathe peace
And fear between the souls
That now spit their bones
In the paths of death
My feet are trapped
In the mud and dust
By the souls
That live in its realm

His death has been quiet
Reflecting on his face
The gleam of serenity of his soul
His absence will never cause
The oblivion
Darkness traps me
And makes my aura tremble
I can't get out of the tunnel

And later on he went to other
The spirits from the kingdom of the souls
Wrap me in the cobweb
At the end of the corridor
I can see a brightness
And I'm free
In the supposed kingdom of life
In the supposed kingdom of life…

I get out to the light of day
This sun burns my face
And melts down my eyes
Burning even the shadow of my soul
Even the shadow of my soul…

I get out to the light of day
This sun burns my face
And melts down my eyes
Burning even the shadow of my soul
Even the shadow of my soul…
Even the shadow of my soul…