Beyond my sorrow
some thing you on...

for millenium of chaos
for centuries of storm
desolation has come until the end of its way
even further, there where sorrow stops

Now I watch towards beyond
this men kind of sadness
this men kind of suffering
this men kind of pleasure

Devons nous inventer un mot pour qualifier
l'état actuel des choses ?
Devons nous mourir pour ne plus pleurer ?

Beyond my sorrow
indescriptible
inexhaustible