How many deaths, how many tears, how much despair you had to endure?
You, this lost stone in the icy evening, appears from the twilight. But what is this strength which lives in you? You suffer like no one this craving, this true colors chaos. Did you live too much? Is it my task to find an answer?
“I’m dying ... I’m dying”, she screams! “I’m soiled”, she yells suffocating. “You pollute me”
Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem.
She howls from her guts. They bury their deadly roots and for some others their short-lived existence, being self-sufficient of the indifference for their Mother Earth. My flesh and bones are no more than an empty shell of wealth where sadness and distress they blend. Forgiveness does not change a fate.
From where do I owe my decline?
Would the bell have rung to follow in an advanced state of perdition, Never to carry these blind and deaf beings again in the original life fallen from the sky? Thus there are not many choices. Pick up another life for another future or crack me under the blade of the sword. I am ready for the choice, I am ready too…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
