The skies are turning gray, and the grass is dry

The widows close and the chandeliers going out, everything seems lifeless

No soul dares to wander around

Life flows slow like a sea

Hear the sound of the storm

Bringing the suffering of sinners who beg

Spare my life

Spire my life

The skies are turning gray, and the grass is dry

The widows close and the chandeliers going out, everything seems lifeless

No soul darеs to wander around

Life flows slow like a sin

Whеn the sounds and lights dissolve your hazy mind

Living nothing inside

Maybe this is your salvation

From your dreams to reality, he will never die

But you have to fight

The sin eater will arrive

Necessary macules on the way up here

Illusions coming from despair and fear

Our poison is powerful, losing our dignity

Life flows slow like a sin

When the sounds and the lights dissolve your hazy mind

Living nothing inside

Maybe this is your salvation

From your dreams to reality, he will never die

But you have to figth

The sin eater will arrive