Tormented Mind - Abysmal Growls Of Despair

The black deer with his sleeping bough,

Blames the awakening silence.

Mists and shadows arouse my mind,

I would have thought to be alive …

In the drifting darkness,

Absurdity laugh at me.

Its fat and trembling voice,

Overcomes my joys.

As a burden it awakes me,

Numbing my wishes,

It spreads horrors of my sleep,

In a vision of my life.

Absent in life, I will be in death,

My eyes open in front of the abyss,

Will watch the horizon becomes in collusion

With the silence and its crime.