Paroles: Cemetery Of Scream. Melancholy. Apocalyptic Visions (part Ii).

And when sky will burn by fire of purple
and the earth will tremble under my feet
I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on
the angel winds or I will fall straight to the dark abyss
I won't tell anything... I will stay somewhere far, far...

where? Don't ask for it man, fly and die!