“J’ai plus de souvenirs que si j’avais mille ans.”*
Lonely as the stars above
Far away her mighty kingdom
Dirty stairs of desperation
Misery of life is in my heart
In a dream of dark shades
I live with my queen of darkness
The light of faithful angels
Is far beyond our graves
“O satan, prends pitié de ma longue misére!”*
No! Don’t leave me, I beg you don’t leave me,
I worship you, don’t leave me!
Here I am in this cold shell again
Far beyond my gloomy dream
Prisoned by the life itself
Reality is just desperation
I defy the mightiness which is not belong to you…
No! Don’t leave me, I beg you don’t leave me,
I worship you, don’t leave me…