Night so full of eyes So full of lies Cold as a cemetery Time of enemies Feel Misanthropy
Bells ringing in our ears Walking all the fears Which were long forgotten Time of enemies Feel Agony
I can't face fear!
Not now! Not tomorrow! Never! My saviour: a Latin name Slowly the sun rises At least in my tortured mind I fly up, higher, to the sky for hours Till pain brings me back
Back to reality
It was my own fault The bad result Of an experiment Time of enemies Feel Misanthropy
Could time be turned back back to the right track I would return newborn Time of enemies Still Feeling hope