The path that leads to nothingness,

No sorrow felt, lonely tears unshed.

They died for us,

Yet we acknowledge them no more, no less.

Sleep dear souls,

And fly away,

As we are born for a life of death.

Emptiness can’t be seen,

But now I’m hollow in my heart

As I look upon cold slabs of stone,

The coldness spreads like a disease.

Let me go! I don’t want to die,

Yet, I don’t want to live.

Ó 1997