The sky is closely watching him, motionless Lying down in the middle of thousand laughs Surrounding with smilling faces staring at him Blaming his belief, punishing his choice Satisfied to see this soul, suffering From this dry sand brushing his eyes Delighted to play with a tied-up body Covered with bleeding wounds His dusty skin hides his swollen veins By the desperate beating of his scared heart However loud he begs for mercy His fate is already engraved in their joy Feeling cold iron going through his flesh Hearing his own blood dripping down from his hands The pace of the hammer strokes accompany his heavy breathing Like a church bell rises above the silence of a cemetery With pain his eyes get closed and crossed Releasing a few tears sliding down his skin All muscles of his body get constricted and stiff As if they would be already dead and cold for hours Now he is united with a wooden bedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
