Beyond my sorrow

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 men kind of sadness
this men kind of suffering
this men kind of pleasure

Devons nous inventer un mot pour qualifier
l'état actuel des choses ?
Devons nous mourir pour ne plus pleurer ?

Beyond my sorrow
indescriptible
inexhaustible