| Forsake | |
| Every night happens the same relentless terrifying scenario | |
| Alex ten years old has to confront hell to finally find the sleep | |
| Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see | |
| The hands on the ears and he still listens | |
| Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march | |
| Forsaken, the hour has come | |
| He's forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in | |
| Between invisible creatures as darkness is falling around | |
| Freezing kisses from his mother rejoining her bed in heaven | |
| Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see | |
| The hands on the ears and he still listens | |
| Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march | |
| Scary noises under him | |
| An uncertain place on the Earth and the ritual reject | |
| Lead him to surrender himself in terror | |
| Slave to the aggressive outside | |
| In the lair of the ashamed child | |
| As he stands close to the Styx | |
| Ready to fall and swim | |
| Convinced that he will never be able to cross it | |
| Abysses inhale him from underground | |
| Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see | |
| The hands on the ears and he still listens | |
| Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march | |
| Forsaken, the hour has come | |
| He's forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in |