Chimera - Ecnephias

Death will come and

Will have your eyes

This death that awaits us

From morning to night

Like an old absurd vice

Your eyes will be a vain word

A silent cry a silence

So you see them every morning

On when you bow alone

O dear hope

That day we

Too will know

That you are

Life and nothingness

O dear fate

That day we

Too will know

That you are

The master and the end

Death will come and

Will have your eyes

It’s like having a remorse

Like to see in the mirror

Resurface a dead mask

Like listening to closed lips

Descend into maelstrom

Chained in a long line

Dumb and crushed forever