the night fall dressed in black
tears and torments
are spilling from the sky
upon the land of sin
thunder explode the silence of dawn
from the land of the white dreams
with brutality take of my soul
setting free in my memory
scenes of an old moment
falling down as an angel without wings
I return to the begin
through the wall that apart of innocence
washing the begin of the way to the end
the stage of dramas and puppets it's opened
is this life? or sarcastic delirium
of crazy goodness drifting forever
sowing their monster and creations
now the white pages will be stain
for the impure blood and from the blood
will stand the lines of affliction
like parts of sad poem
the innocence is braking
and his pieces falling slowly
as dead leaves in autumn