An empty room quiet as death, cold as stones where life has gone and hope meets despair, left with nothing but a memory;correction an attempt for a memory!
Tonight i'm forcing a ritual! I shall evoke you.All of you, your hypnotizing eyes, tempting smell,soft touch and your angelic warm voice.
Tonight I'm gonna make hate to you,celebrate the death of you !

                                                                                                    Rachmaninoff Concerto No.2