Testo di 'A Divine Tragedy' di Enthral

What is this tragic and severe symphony that I hear, called love?
So macabre in lust and yet so sweet and delightful in its taste
It leaves my poor heart as a bleak shadow overwhelmed by the cursed darkness.
In mourn imprisoned forever strangled by own hands. I beg thee;
Please blow my candle - The source of my mortal life.
And bless me with the gift so that I may end all this with me...

Now I witness decay for I am the one who withers...
My bleeding wounds are rotting with a stench o'so disgraceful
Teeth and claws are sunken deep into my flesh
Nails are thrusted inot (my) palms and feet...

Am I to carry the burden of those who betrayed me and my feelings?...
before their sickening eyes and in front of mine...

Cursed by thee, fool, who claims to false words,
for liar follows liar, both in act and in tounge.
Indifference of existence - this pattern thou hast created
it sparkles in its weakness...

Already immortal without even having had to live
Existing to bee seen, yes; but only as the creator decides...

We die in a circle of despite
An endless roundabout around our worthless aspects
Only awaiting extinction...

A gray teared face awaits the cold lips of death
Which at last shall draw my final breath...