Outside the structures of your fiction, We walk in the scorched desert of the mind, In your oasis, old portraits are more valuable for us. We raise black flag of revenge, To fake sun couldn`t slander it even more.
Your love is suffering, Diving into hopeless and slow death.
In dogma hierarchy, you are looking for a happiness` law In madness book you are looking for a hope. In conscience you are looking for forgiveness. In desperation rivers, you`ll find your death.
We start the fight, In swamp of oblivion, ruin last peal We`ll complete the started, Relieving you of internal asylum.
Your love is suffering, Diving into hopeless and slow death.