The Release

There's a grave adorned with black roses

Fog flowed over her body

Like a haze of a thousand painful tears

It's the place of memoriesDeath is the release

Death is the eternity

Death is the origin of a new lifeOh it's the place of memories,

Memories of the many sufferings

Of the lots of anguishes

And disappointments of lonelyness

Of lonelyness and remorseYou'll be delivered of the anguishes and

Disappointments of lonelyness

Delivered of all the sufferings

Which have drilled into your heart like glowing arrowsNow you've find release,

You'll find Release.