Sensuality of the Imortality In the dimension of laments With the extreme anxieties of a third eye Showing a lost paradise... We lie in the cosmic tomb Awating the day of liberation Searching the unreal past When the breeze echoes in my face I'll enter in my mind As I'll gather illusions Not loosing the purest hate, But the shining hope ...the shining hope... Triangular atmosphere Structured by my fears The icosahedron day of phases Formulate the reborn of my exitence (as) I see the sun With the cover frost, The cosmos within. This is the open road, With pain and mourn The eternal pale moonlight Touch my morbid curiosity I'm the cosmos as I'm my self Surrounded by the hypocrisy And I've tasted the bitter dust And my heart lies therein...