Light the candles on the grave of my dreams When grey wolves come to howl above the hill The moonlight is the only glow that shines I feel the gloom in my room ‘Cause I see through my window That the world is so cruel and depressive When you know the painful truth I will visit the same tombstones From the cemetery Where we used to observe the crows and owls Our last words will be the same And the reason of our death as well All my kids went to the limbo So when I die I won’t find them But I have a picture in my pocket Violins playing in my requiem Whispers coming from beyond Maggots exiting from my eyes My bones turning to ashes