Besedila: Dissolving Of Prodigy. Lamentations Of Innocents. Lovely.

Cool and unfeeling is the look of my eyes,
In which slowly dies longing to live.
My soul straies into the labyrinth of the hopeless emptiness
And burns her glow of extinguish love.
And I want tell you only, that source of my pain
Are exactly you, which I so love...