Death Mask

It seems impossible to outstand, oh night
Its all is a fragile part of me, shown in the day,
its tears and screams and blood
the howling of the wolves
a corner in the desert,
a cave in the green mountain
this world is a cage
and we are all alone dancing
in our prison, thinking we are happy
thinking we are content

But when the night covers our faces
and we have no need of wearing masks
we show our true face, a face we avoid
looking at the mirror, a sad and weary face

The wrinkles exist from birth
it's just too much, too much
your cruel life was filled with fear
and now subsequently, you drown
following the natural flow of your evolution.

Death, will save you
or condemn you...