DESCRIPTION:
Slumber of the weak inactivity,
Seasons passin by in my dormancy,
Life's fading silently,
Trapped inside the core of pain.

Winter comes and goes everlastingly
And I see this world unacceptable,
Cold immobility,
(I'm) Waiting out the storm of hate.

I see the world of this kind,
Creates disorder in my mind,
With so much hate I'll go insane,
I'll go insane . . .
Go insane . . .

Running from the stress of this modern life,
(It's) Quite in the house, but so meaningless,
Cold inactivity,
(I'm) Waiting out the storm of hate.