Lletres:
Aletheian

Traducció: Aletheia. Una tomba oberta.

Traducció: Aletheia. La línia de Vaig esdevenir.

Injustice between brothers left un-mended, with no chance left to reconcile. Will you forgive me in my memories? For I can?t turn back the hands of time

The standard had been set and preparations had been made for the inheritance. The path ahead had been cleared, the end of the journey revealed before

Faint reflections herald the break of dawn as shadows are overtaken by the warmth of light. The mist subsides and the songs arise as darkness succumbs

Did you ever expect to see me here? Did you ever expect to know my fear? Did you ever expect to close your eyes? Did you ever expect that you would die

Sifting through the charred remains of self-fulfillment, fruitless efforts to appease an intangible yearning. Standing on the brink of death, petitioning

Dark skies and I?m drowning in the flood again. Endless affliction sent to torture my soul. Why does this misery follow me? Why can?t I escape this pain

Wasting away, you fall, you fail, and I know you can't understand it. Falling down you stay on the ground. You can't pull yourself up anymore. Lost in