The Mask Of My Distrust

Morning sun, rising high, spreading the first light
Coldness rules, darkness reigns, kingdom of the night
Life awakes, weak and frail, and spring flowers grow
During night, winter comes, all’s dying in the snow

Condemned memories awake and
Wander through the nocturnal solitude
They engulf me
Captivate me

Naught awakes, inside my heart, the sun does not shine
And I know, eternally, I stay in the winter time
In my life, there’s no sun, spreading the first light
I remain, frightened in the kingdom of the night

Now the memories have taken him
Again to their kingdom of the night