Abyss

By each circle of sun my soul is growing colder
When it's building into a void
Hollowness, futility of any counter-actions
Fails to compare with the non-fulfilment to mould and repair

The world is darker than in aeons
And the sky is free from stars
This fall is colder than before
Glacial it has become
Frozen fire of the sun

New dawn of the day, an altered grandeur
Distorted tranquillity
It's in the eye of the beholder, singular view of the world
Without warmth or colors was assembled my universe

The world is darker than in aeons
And the sky is free from stars
This fall is colder than before
Glacial it has become
Frozen fire of the sun