A garden high walls
That night I walked,
Guided by a black angel
That everywhere put me through.
In this high-walled garden
That light entering prevented,
It was cold, dead, dark …
Wherever could look.
Dead flowers on the floor,
Fragrance of withered roses in the air …
Death was very present there
There was more life in that place.
In his long, dark corridors
I noticed when walking …
That even the powerful Chimera
Could get inside.
Figures faceless, heartless bodies
Home of the damned to eternity
To live without life
Die in vain
Where I found this garden, so full of desolation
The answer caused me dismay, despair, frustration
I realized that the Garden of Dead Souls
It was in my heart.
