Coram Lethe все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Here on this bed, my crown, my cross, my tomb.
I'm living the last fragment of life.
Prisoner to this useless body... I want to scream!
But no one can hear my voice, my suffering, my end.
Here on this bed, my house, my life, my tomb.
I'm waiting for my final hour and I'm praying for it.
Time flows slowly and my mind, incorruptible,
Travels through memories, travels once again.