Texty: Anima Inmortalis. Everlasting. It's Remain To Be Done.

On the edge mental sanity,
witness of our own diseased
Paying the price of going aimnesly breath stop
stoping our way to be.

Strings that flow inside our veins,
drums who hit our soul away.

It's remain to be done,

Delay our death just keep be gone
Future store for us something unknow,
pressure push us
Dripping sweet
Expulse our discharges behing the dulls.
roots grews
Now it's rebirth it all

Time joined us to gather our outcomes
Don't spend the time, keep being the same
Arise winds enlarge us and make stronger
The circle is over and it's remain again.

Strings that flow inside our veins,
drums who hit our soul away