Why is He everywhere, the faceless man in tears? His screaming flesh awaiting the eternal night The night when all mortals lose Their borrowed souls facing the bright…
(Solo: Vasil Furnigov)
… void
Last swing by cut off wings To embrace my urge to breathe There will be or maybe not... There will be no next dawn The seas flood the mountains With their lifeless poisoned waters When I speak these words Soaked in hopelessness, I suffocate Empty world around me Covered in nothingness I'm blinded by a fit of scare From all I thought that existed My screams are exiled to lie in books Written in branded words An image sealed within colourful portraits Lunacy painted with swords
The hate slaughtering my mind I despise The scorn that's turning into fear I hate I don't regret I'm dying Since death shall free me From all of you But the incurable disorder obsessing my immortality Remains locked solely in the imagination of a madman I won't return to tell no more For I've found the dreadful reality... I was never ever born
Empty world around me Covered in nothingness I'm blinded by a fit of scare Enslaved by my own seed...

(Solo: Nikola Ognyanov)