The Beggining Of Sin (Dies Irae)

Look - come Close your eyes and hold your thought Take it, claim for yourself Tis yours, the slaves know it well Seek - it's there Yet you shall not find it Your eyes are blinded You are weak and fragile The truth slays abruptly Rip your eyes out - the beggining of sin Touch - feel the infinity Yet you have your hand no more Pain and torment are the comprehension Do you want to last? or know? After all, you exist no more...