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