Galiryon - Shortest Breath

Hands relieving pain,
suffering heals hate.
Memories fight off
sensations defeated.

Scatter the red drops
on dry summers’ field.
Witness of your faint
they try for you to yield.

I don’t want to leave this set.
Life’s not going to fade away.
Shortest breath of soul i’ve left.
Will make me stand to get up.

The hot wind of death
to welcome him in hell.
Take his soul, feed yours.
Take his breath, lock it up.

Wounded legs are trying,
weary and dying mind.
It is about waning
to lose against death.

Hyenas’ sharpen teeth,
vultures all around
but this is not time
for you to finish with my life.

I don’t want to leave this set.
Life’s not going to fade away.
Shortest breath of soul i’ve left.
Will make me stand to get up.

The hot wind of death
to welcome him in hell.
Take his soul to feed yours.
Take his breath, lock it up.

Never give up, never surrender.
Now i’m not going to end my life.
Never give up, never surrender.
Now i’m not going to end my life.