dark souls, gray sentences
originating from the fire
here the agitation ends
through night and fog
voices haunt me
of fallen angels
There is no escape
I know no rest
Not sleep
What is the norm for others
For me it is a grave
A grave completely deserted
first I have to wander
through thousands of alleys
before the dark souls
don't hate me anymore...
and in the night of truth
he stands in front of me< br/>commands me to a grave
rises from the grave
the blood-red sky is torn apart
a bolt of horror
it hits one of the seven angels
and he falls up him down
but after he awakens
he looks deep into my eyes
he pursues and chases me through the night
through the branches and the wood...
I run...
pale in the face with fear and terror
I run away from here as fast as I can
away from the last good thing in me
I can't more, I want to get away from here
through the middle, through the thicket
the trees scratch my face
a splintering thorn
that breaks off from a branch
drills itself firmly into my face
the energy of life
that escapes me
replaced by the fire
that wanders through my body