Žodžiai dainai: Anima (Bol). Anima. Transicion.

Wrapped and tide to a doubt
And inner in the flesh
Darkened depressions succumbing again
Waiting the hour
The strings snaps inside
Left for a second to take my own life
All the strings are
Just my torments
A sort of combinations
Of fear and despair
The symptom:
That searches its way
It only breaks and it takes the last moments
Of narrowed faiths
This last fear
Reaching all inside of me
Presents a?¦
A distant voice
That has become my only hope
You think ita??s gone
But its here for you
You just have to believe
For once
This time of settings
And last intents
This pain inside of me
Will take me no place
Ia??ll try once more
Before Ia??m gone
And see the rain
Washing all
Believe the eyes
That you once saw
Believe the eyes
Those havena??t gone
A?Cause ita??s worth and
Ita??s the hope you A?re waiting
The proposition Ia??m giving you
I will not have it one more time
So Ia??ll open my eyes and hope that youa??re there