LYRIC

Silent veil is all around me
Not a single noise
I can't hear the bird's bright singing
Nor somebody's voice
Hopeless illness torments me
I'm forced to face my fate
Amputation of my talent
Caving out my pate

My hearing is fading — my music is shading
The deafness is growing — sweet notes are bowing

Dices have rolled — darkness called — embracing the dark
The only tones — I can hear — are there in my heart

Misanthropic being, I am hiding in my room
Fleeing into composition, symphony of doom

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