Última morada Lyrics

Adrift at sea, forever.

No place to stay.
Perhaps the ocean floor
will be my grave,
deep asleep in the cold.

To dwell eternal
within myself,
until the end of days,
my final breath.

Ghosts of December
come back to haunt these walls.
Inside, my veins are burning,
they ache for tonight's cold.

In my death bed,
I will find bliss.

Don't mourn for me,
for I've lost nothing.
Hear my words:
I am nonexistent.

Die in my own arms.
Die by my own hand.

All wander in the mist, forever.
Adrift, forever.

This is my resting place.