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- -Regret-
Fire and pane cannot save from this endless snow and this endless winter
Anguish and rage - and I pray but prath never helps 'cos we left the Creator
Demons awoke inside me but I stand firm so fragile and irated
Bent on my knees I grieve deep forgot myself I stare at the icon
Can't I forget pictures from the dark and dismal remains of my past
Life I have had comes as a dream but hurts me so violently real
Tasting the pain we perceive bitter and salt drops of the wisdom
Standing the strain we become stronger to show another resistance
Obedient slaves of the God we crawl in the dirt that makes us cleaner
Hidden in shade of the space he observes as I silently cry in the fever
Take me away to the sky or to the grave
I went astray cloistered in the role that I play
Time can't heal - it is a fucking lie
The memories burn like fire deep inside
Saving oblivion - where can it be and how can I get there?
Cry in the envy at those who have died before
I want to die... Want to die...
I wonder how does my blood look like
Still is it red in the sick moonlight?
Where am I now?
My fatigued mind betrayed me
I've lost it somehow
And alone I seem to go insane
Scraps of the light
Are illuminating the pale wings
Broken in flight
And treaded down by cruel fate
Only pain and regret can somehow make me wiser
Regret...
Ghosts of the past
Wrapped in dark and gloomy laughter
Arose from the dust
They are chasing me through all my life
Hours and days
Are passing me and fading
Why can't I erase
Stupid things that I have done before
Only pain and regret can somehow make us wiser
Regret...
God is watching... Rain is falling down... Black water is cold like his heart...
Meanness of our prath is the song of death
We turn to God only to ask for something well I don't need anything from Him
Lost my faith in the end
In my mind there are only pain and regret
Regret...
Tasting the pain we perceive bitter and salt drops of the wisdom
Standing the strain we become stronger to show another resistance
Obedient slaves of the God we crawl in the dirt that makes us cleaner
Hidden in shade of the space he observes as I silently cry
Take me away to the sky or to the grave
I went astray cloistered in the role that I play