Slow and majestic ,it grew up   Just like divine creepers of vine:   Once it the rain,then in the sun   And in the morning misty cloud   Emotionless and still unchanged   Emotionless and still unchanged      In the tomb of thoughts   Sarcophagus of youth   That torments me on   The diary of my days   Written by the past   The treasure of my life   Which I hold dear   Right in here   In my heart   So deep within me   Inside of me      Slow and majestic, it grew up   The emptiness within my heart   Under the moon, under the stars   And in the evening misty cloud   So merciless and cold like ice   So merciless and cold like ice      Then it became my silent shroud   The emptiness within my mind   My secret window out of time   With views and images there outside   With landscapes always grey and white   Always grey and white      In the tomb of thoughts   Sarcophagus of youth   That torments me on   The diary of my days   Written by the past   The treasure of my life   Which I hold dear   Right in here   In my heart   So deep within me   Inside of me