With the grinding of pain viscous veins are filled
My body worn out
In a chase for the past my hands I excised
On jagged cliffs, on the names left behind
Struggled to find all that I could't take
But the knifes of the sun, have blinded my eyes
Dead I fell on the ground
From charred cliffs tumbled down
Lying, fading away
Enslaved I look up at the skies
Of the smothering mourning
For that, which could not hold on to
For the faces in reminiscence
And the time I couldn't grasp, with my hands
