The night grows, step by step
Has reversed the image of what could be truth
That cold doesn't run in me
That travels invalidating my feeling
Until the end of oblivion
Destroyer of my continuing
Every silence stalks my will harder
Victim of an abandonment that breaks again
That cold doesn't run in me
That travels invalidating my feeling
Until the end of oblivion
Destroyer of my continuing
That cold doesn't run in me
That travels invalidating my feeling
Until the end of oblivion
That cold doesn't run in me
That travels invalidating my feeling
Until the end of oblivion
Destroyer of my continuing