Death will come and
Will have your eyes
This death that awaits us
From morning to night
Like an old absurd vice
Your eyes will be a vain word
A silent cry a silence
So you see them every morning
On when you bow alone
O dear hope
That day we
Too will know
That you are
Life and nothingness
O dear fate
That day we
Too will know
That you are
The master and the end
Death will come and
Will have your eyes
It's like having a remorse
Like to see in the mirror
Resurface a dead mask
Like listening to closed lips
Descend into maelstrom
Chained in a long line
Dumb and crushed forever