The Chasm. Travelling Through Chaos (I, The Pastfinder II). Zeneszám

There's no remorse within my soul
And I don't lament pain
In fact I enjoy it...

I was all born in an act of laceration
I feel I must leave a sign of my passage
If they only let me go now
Because I have to follow my fate...

I'm disgraced
We have travelled through chaos
All around there's only misery
Ignorance and sadness, the pastfinder returns...


All around there's only misery, ignorance and sadness, why?
Many signs of the past that I found
Only echoes of triumph and sorrow
Of grief and past joy

All monuments of forgotten somber tears...