[Music: N. Rudolfsson] [Lyrics: N. Rudolfsson] Abandoned souls dwell beyond the membrane of life While the race goes on in false joy and heavenly lies Hiding from the world of light Every dawn could be the last rite Shadows of darkness surround them They have chosen the paths of obscurity Solitude empress their world of dusk Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living. Don't disturb the melancholic souls
Sometimes they unfortunately cross the path of the rats And observes a abhorrent way of wasting their pathetic lives Spit at the world of light Every dawn could be a release Shadows of darkness surround them They have chosen the paths of obscurity Solitude empress their world of dusk Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living. Don't disturb the melancholic souls