(Beyond my sorrow
some thing you on...)
For millenium of chaos
for centuries of storm
desolation has come until the end of its way
even further, there where sorrow stops
Now I watch towards beyond
this new kind of sadness
this new kind of suffering
this new kind of pleasure
Should we invent a word to qualify
the actual condition of things?
Should we die to stop crying?
Beyond my sorrow
indescriptible
inexhaustible