Confiteor death-melodic / Kralupy nad Vltavou

I had a dream about the kingdom of light.
I dreamed that I could live there.
There was no hate in my dream,
there was no despair and pain.
Living in the world of ideals
without lies and absurdity,
there, where the wisdom touch the sky,
where mysticique about with reality

What will I see whwn I’l awake ?
Was the illusion only a dream ?
Why must I see the affectation of fate ?
Why am I awaken by my own scream ?

I dreamed I awoke to the land of dark,
to the world of dead tomorrows.
I saw falsehood in my eyes,
my blood on my hands.
Lost in the storm of disregard,
nailed to execration,
tie to the truth in which we don’t believe,
worshipping madness of fools.

Fear of awaking to reality,
unbiliefs of actuality,
the hopes for world which we want,
disappearing in unconcern.