Trist — Hellsaw

Only a trist dream…

Overwhelmed by a dark haze

Heavy as a rock, crushed by its weight

A subtle cold breeze, constant, but yet unknown

Only a trist dream…

No end, nothing to hold on to

My goal seems so far away

This lonely landscape

These dismal fields

And this burden too heavy to bear

Into eternity, into exhaustion – Into death

I feel I’m trapped in an unreal sleep

That does seem to end

It will not end

I am dead