Scars That Bleed Again

Endless nightmare of consternation
 where the shadow of my blame revives
 In this dark fate that awaits me
 at the end of this impregnable gloom
 Throne of sorrow, forgotten
 Innocence in althar of mud
 Soul of dreadful rest, forbidden
 At the gates of this winter
 Outcast in the depths of this forest
 the wind sighs at this ancestral kingdom
 And my sorrow flows
 like scars that bleed again
 Chrysalis nocturnal creature
 bounded to its bed of stones
 Messenger of funerary dreams
 carrier of this plague of grieves
 Alone and lost, she no longer belongs to this world
 She awaits me, she awaits for me
 The darkest hour and its frightful silence
 define this narrow path that leads me to her
 Leaving the sun behind
 entering in a world of ashes
 Throne of sorrow, forgotten
 Innocence in althar of mud
 Soul of dreadful rest, forbidden
 In the arms of a mother named death
 In the black breast of her grave
 dumb before the drenched throne
 Forsaken flower, dethroned of her light
 Lost in the eyes of the crows
 Hold me in your arms, as the night embraces the light
 Bury your hands in the depths of this silent sorrow
 Her breath in the woods resounds
 empire of desecrated graves
 Under silvery tears of the moon
 among creatures devouring the night
 Alone and lost, she is the tyrant of this world
 She is around me
 She, my Queen of sorrow