Clouds Lyrics

And they die

There reists a colossal figure
Born in dimensions
Cared or forgotten
What does it raise of us?

Love and rage

Outlined behind clouds
Visible get far away
Loom grabs the careless
The occurrence lasts and lasts
Or its nonexistent

Death creates again

Under velopment of reality
Forever unable to crush
Constant grotesque being is sentenced
Touch doesn't condemn or help

Those are theirs, ours
Piercing us with pity
Spiritual black clouds
And everything such vividly.