It was very cold morning I heard that someone’s calling I swiftly looked outside There was no single life
But I heard voice again It was begging for the help I took off gun from the wall Open door and came to cold
Snow layer was on ground Ice wind was howling loud Nothing was seen in fog I heard for nearest bog
Unexpectly thrilling shout Sounded inside my house I rushed back into the home To my surprise I was alone
Is that voice real or not? Why I feel unusually cold?
Scream was still ripping air It was and here and there But suddenly I saw To whom that voice belong
The spirit of my old friend Choose right place where to stand Five years ago without regret Bullet crashed into his head
His eyes were frozen points His face was looking morbid His lips whispered to me You’ll die and I’ll be free!
He said so and disappeared But I knew that he was near Voice was still heard in my ear With the cold I started shiver
I fired two matches I dropped them on the floor There was only one method To get rid on this cold The voice was almost deafen This spirit will not win My home was quickly burning And I was burning in!