The rain comes
From beautiful black clouds
It rains down the dreams
And down through the dark
Seeds of nervous breakdowns
Crawling like ants through the dark
I see for real what no one sees

The black manifest

Panic and distress
In a nothingness
Which is the death's secret darkness
There must be other shadows
Than those of the light
Only hidden behind this cold shining surface
I see for real what no one sees

The black manifest