This will be the end of our lifes - Blind comfort, distress of minds. Final solstice. Put your head behind a cross. Will you survive? Your lazy look is void force. Palms are full of knifes. Slaughterhouse waits for you. Ship a life in lie. Another's thoughts are truthful. When you wake up - it's too late Sky filled with sulfur, minds filled with hate Falling away. Angels in decay. Twilight reality become visible There is a hope that behind dark woods there is a clear moon Demons are stoned. Eyes of the universe. Dogmas are devastated. The truth is emptied. Will you survive in the name of suffering? You would like to say lies instead of a worship? Every moment of your life will be like a spark. Every sight, every gesture will belong to you. Will belong to yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou