Abandoned souls dwell beyond the membrane of life   While the race goes on in false joy and heavenly lies      Hiding from the world of light   Every dawn could be the last rite      Shadows of darkness surround them   They have chosen the paths of obscurity      Solitude empress their world of dusk   Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living.   Don't disturb the melancholic souls      Sometimes they unfortunately cross the path of the rats   And observes a abhorrent way of wasting their pathetic lives      Spit at the world of light   Every dawn could be a release      Shadows of darkness surround them   They have chosen the paths of obscurity      Solitude empress their world of dusk   Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living.   Don't disturb the melancholic souls