Majestic Spirits Wrapped In A Deadly Grip

Incredibly, the halo is forever widening
This aura of melancholy infinitely absolute
Trying to disappear at times in the form of other mask
I have imposed, or that I try to create me alone,
Some memories and thoughts and excruciating pain I see in the gloomy light
distance ...
Majestic spirits are dead.
Majestic life that ends
Majestic, the death that comes

In the fog of ourselves, we find the key to open the door of our fate...
Afate already finished at the start .... already dead ... dead inside.

Incredibly, the halo is forever widening
This aura, of melancholy.... infinitely.... absolute...
Trying to disappear....
Majestic spirits.. wrapped ..in a deadly grip
in a deadly grip ........