Requiem (Esqarial)

You can't escape from obtrusive thought That you have trusted in false muse's words and every note Now bless your chains to melt prisoner's groaning sorrow I raised my barrow Lonely emperor Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulcra regionum Coget omnes ante thronum Dies irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Spark of genius It's continuous Struggle with the wind to kindle fire Chill of marble Light of a candle Can only listen to the confession of the liar I raised my barrow Dying emperor Slave of the sound Panic in eyes Feel of diminuendo of his short and wasted life Clutching tight the last moment of passion Searching for the sense that I missed Feeling that the end is near I cheat the hunger with the promise That I'll satisfy it