There are no flowers ...

Tear dimmed remembrance

In a womb of time

Breath upon me

Possessed by the passion

Fate will set you free

Infertile

Chased be the precious

When flesh is an enemy

Fair weather man

step aside from the way of a better man than you

so you fall at his feet

he's the one who betrays you

it's the servants devotion for the decay

stand up

there are no flowers on your grave

there are no tears

there I keep chanting for the forgotten name

why you feel so empty

and still have everything

it's fulfillment

I've got more companions

when I'm all alone

flesh is fetching

son las emociones las que a veces rigen, lo que aquí escribo.
Veamos que nos depara el sábado Distrito Federal.

Alone-Amorphis

Imagen-Grave Pardise by KerLoong