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    [Lyrics by Nowak]