A keresés eredménye

In Hell

Сoncrete fangs dug into the sky's belly
Worms of thoughts devour pus of the brain
Stars die in dirty clouds
In the darkness the scream of anguish fades away
The pitiful one, never forget this:
'Wherever you would live, you'll live in Hell'
 

Over the freshly dug up graves

Grim Reaper's gaze smoothly goes
From one house to another
Ravens croak over
The freshly dug up graves
Mother quenches her thirst
With the blood of her dead children
Wind howls like a beast
And covers up a winding trace of someone's footsteps
With snow
 

Redemption

Existence without meaning, without sense
A lump of sluggish rotting matter in the ulcer of the city
Redemption will come and leave scars
On evenness of the soil
The soil that's filled with bones