In the face of death
The light is just a pale reflection
Of your skin,
And the bones that carry your forgetfulness
Melt in some hourglass;
Away from your desire to be alive!

Churn the dead; bring them closer to your heart,
Buried in their ideas you will find
Salvation;
An illusion – to be dead is to abandon
The life that paves the way for your departure.

In the face of life
The night is just a pale reflection
Of your skin,
And if your ungrounded roots
Reach to the skies,
Plagued by the desire to belong,
You will have died before your death!

You will have died before your death,
Plagued by the desire to belong!

Churn the dead; bring them closer to your heart,
Buried in their ideas you will find
Salvation;
An illusion – to be dead is to abandon
The life that paves the way for your departure.

Time reflects
Your nothingness
Brings your mind to pieces
Piercing through the hourglass
Inside your skull,
Salvation is the silence
That was born from the unborn.