Sweet bride of the quietness You wander in my time
All your sons are sleeping My thoughts burn in the night
No one's soul is coming I struggle to escape
No one soul is coming Resist until the day
The day, the day The day, the day
I can feel the pressure of The sky upon my skin Now I think of dying Ecstasy of the weak
I am weak, I am weak, I am I am weak, I am weak,
I am weak, I am
I am weak, I am weak
I am weak, I am
I am weak, I am weak I am weak, I am