Lacrimosa - satura
                   (translated).

        Wandering through the gallery of my spirit
             I hear my soul's music

          Here, I see the hole within my heart
            and drink the tears of my pain.

            I stand within my life's shadow
           awaiting the appearence of myself.

            On the streets of my solitude,
            within the walls of my fear,...

         - Turn around, and show me your face. -

           I place my shadow within your hands.
            I see my last meal being prepared.

           I feel my blood within your veins,
                 but, what comes next?

                     What's next?

         At last, I find the lust for life!
         If only I could feel you, touch you.

                  But I am afraid.
                      Afraid.

               I shut my eyes to you
         and gaze upon the twilight of my soul.

                 I reach out for you
          but only touch the fear within me.

            All alone within these halls
                  just you and me.

        - Turn around, and show me your face. -

       Never before have I seen that many doors,
                 so many ways out.

              Nothing ever stopped me,
            but yet, now I am in chains.

        - Turn around, and show me your face. -

        I feel my strength slowly leaving me.
        Within the storm of time, my eyes dim.

            As an old man, I arise,
      and one last time I reach out my hands.

     - You turn around and show me your face.
   But I am too old, and can not see you any longer. -