Lacrimosa - satura
                  (translated).

       Wandering through the gallery of my spirit
            I hear my soul's music

         Here, I see the hole within my heart
           and drink the tears of my pain.

           I stand within my life's shadow
          awaiting the appearence of myself.

           On the streets of my solitude,
           within the walls of my fear,...

        - Turn around, and show me your face. -

          I place my shadow within your hands.
           I see my last meal being prepared.

          I feel my blood within your veins,
                but, what comes next?

                    What's next?

        At last, I find the lust for life!
        If only I could feel you, touch you.

                 But I am afraid.
                     Afraid.

              I shut my eyes to you
        and gaze upon the twilight of my soul.

                I reach out for you
         but only touch the fear within me.

           All alone within these halls
                 just you and me.

       - Turn around, and show me your face. -

      Never before have I seen that many doors,
                so many ways out.

             Nothing ever stopped me,
           but yet, now I am in chains.

       - Turn around, and show me your face. -

       I feel my strength slowly leaving me.
       Within the storm of time, my eyes dim.

           As an old man, I arise,
     and one last time I reach out my hands.

    - You turn around and show me your face.
  But I am too old, and can not see you any longer. -

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