Snow stops falling so it'd like to get dirty   at the street corners under the dreary March sun.   I'd give my own self for this dreadful winter   so it doesn't come to an end   In Death... within Death...   I've got Death... Death...   I love this fall full of tears   I love this useless downfall somptuos, blessed   I won't ever come back. Let me say it...   I don't ever want life in me again. Dreadful atrocious life.   A finest paradise, the joy of death   and garden full of statues without shade   And the madness from the deepest pain   shore... of the end   beaches without any sound   from the sea. Infinite and deserted   and such unnatural possession of agony   and then unconsciousness, so to feel its happy intoxication.   I don't accept any sentence from these vile ones   towards me or anyone else   There is no forgiveness. The end is absolute   War will finish   I accept death from God and, in Him do I want to die   I am the hell that few know. I'm here to meet a few   so life falls out, falls down. Speechless.   Within the flow of a tortured wind   the light falls down, gives up   I can't come out   Now I'm afraid   sometimes it comes back. It doesn't stay long   Nobody ever died here inside. Yes...   The boat is appearing from a straight canal   There it's raining... there inside.   Where I'm going...?   It's raining, there inside.   Having escaped from hell forever   I prepare myself   for my execution.