Crude coolness rousted me from sleep
Light rain caressing the spilled blood
The soul feels insipid
The mad laugh begets evil in me

The place where it all has began
Still have a lot of unborn days
They should be lived imprisoned
Without the nightingale's song

They shell of empty faces tears me
I see them dead, feeling the taste of hate

Darkness keeps the secret of fear,
Painting in prison
Release from the sanity
While you don't become a memory

Crude coolness rousted me from sleep
Light rain caressing the spilled blood

Black-red sky over me
As if it cries with a blood
Will i die in its dark embrace?
Surrounded by the cold stone walls.

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