A Dying Dream - Infestus

The crystal gates of a promising change

Distant, unreachable, the relieving faint

So far away…

Have I reached what they call freedom

by ceasing to taste the darkest sea?

But still it keeps on breathing

in the very inside of me

A Dying Dream

Inside it is pulsating, the procreator of demise

Within, there is laughter, a darkest stare of ice

I will not surrender!

I will not let go this «soul»!

I will not surrender!

I will not let go…