The moon is shouting, the night is blazing
With the bend of the blade.
There are no stars,
there are no candles -
The doors are locked with keys.
There are no candles in the houses,
There is no beam in the soul.
The naked heart forgot the lessons,
The lessons to forgive.

The bloody red marks
Of the last shackles
Are cutting into arms
By the knife of butcher.

Our souls are full of darkness
And now nothing left to forgive.
That truth is simple and wise,
Like a flash of a knife.

We aren't writting
the pretty ballads -
The mind is covering by ashes.
We have no limits
of Good and Evil,
'cause our souls are in black.
Like an urine
on the living embers
Our conscience is hissing.
The naked heart
forgot the lessons,
The lessons to forgive.

The humility's like Ocean -
No way to reach the shore.
But we stepped the other coast.

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