There's an obscure place in the sky
Holding momories of what really occurs
Nobody knows where it is, not even God
And its gate is lost in the mist
There's no bright praying, nor your name's sound
It holds the shapes, shapes of souls
The dead zone in the sky
There's no bright praying, no name's sound
It holds the shapes, shapes of ghosts
The dead zone in the sky
The past of the ones going there will be erased
Not found any more
There, the final space where some lives
Will succeed in dying, becoming eyes
There you'll become silent d**h
Living invisible as God himself
There, in the final space where some lives
Will succeed in dying, becoming eyes