Cloudiness, brigthness

In the deepest in the abyss i have been
And privately i have hidden,
Night tears have drowned me
And the blood that flows for my veins has been paralyzed

My soul with scars has been
And my senses has been destroyed
However my soul is alive
And my ghastly senses have resuscitated

...i feel that the uncertain destination calls me
And i go fighting with will and without mediocrity

My soul with scars has been
And my senses have been destroyed

However my soul is alive
And my ghastly senses have resuscitated

Brightness and darkness only complement one live
And the voices, dismal and angelical they help me to feel

...next to the wind i go
Walking slowly among the lonely forest...
Angels and ghastly souls acompany me
I only hope not to trip and not to fall...

My soul with scars have been
And my senses have been destroyed
However my soul is alive
And my ghastly senses have rescucitated