It whispers quietly from the depths
As if something were calling me
Like the wind with a distant groan
The meaning of which cannot be understood
It whispers of forbidden things
Lulls me with his singing
Soft and sweet, the lure of the sirens
It's written in a foreign language
I lean over the parapet
And put my heart in armor< br/>As a precaution, and just in case
To get through this night
I stare down, almost unbearable
The fear, it's coming, I whimper miserably
Crashes over me, a wave
And in it I will sink
Like a spine it creeps higher
And my heart hurts and hurts
As if it wanted to like to escape the tank
And the storm is howling outside
A storm is blowing from the mouths of hell
Probably for narrative reasons
To coldly underline the scene
And the dark tower trembles
A pale glow emerges from the depths, a glow
That swells like a tone and resembles a bloom,
of a fire rose that overcomes all barriers on tendrils< br/>and finds the way to the goal
and doesn't creep up restlessly,
lightly and timidly groping, but determinedly,
takes even the most secret corners and angles
It also makes things real no point in continuing to hide
It really doesn't make any sense in continuing to hide