Testo di 'Phenomena Made By The Devil' di Pilgrims From Tarterus

What makes you certain your life is very real?
You're still surrounded by images you cannot kill
These mirthless years you've been looking for freedom
And have been captived by your imagination

Would you sacrifice your loved ones for your own happiness?
Would you burn everything that means a lot to you?
Would you wait until the sea stops sending its endless tides?
Would you hold your breath when your ordeal will be passing through?

I am...
Too tired to sleep
Too careless to light a candle
Too callous to weep
On your silent grave

The adamant you casted into the eye of a storm
Now causes to your mind wounds, which will not heal
Sight is now dimmed and a new blindness was born
It won't help you at all to fight your mind with any zeal

I am like a tree sending my children to their death
At the autumn time i feel filled with their vitality
I withdraw to my hidden chamber to meditate
Waiting for the first burst of the sun's burning rays

I am...
Too tired to sleep
Too careless to light a candle
Too callous to weep
On your silent grave

And i know you're a companion to me
Following the hooves of the devil
When we finally find out his origin
We're only in the beginning of our searching

Getting close to form our union
We cannot forget things that we saw
And as i gather our sacred opinion
I conclude we make arts, not love