I.
Menacing woods are all around,
No light, no move, no slightest sound,
No path for you, just tightened trees,
No one to hear your sobs and pleas.
You’re outcast; you’re Fate’s mistake,
You’re born to weep, to fear and quake.
II.
Confront the world, the child of grief!
Confront its every stone and leaf!
And crash it all and ruin it!
And make it burn and make it bleed!
III.
Why don’t you rise up from the ground?
Have these dark woods made you spellbound?
Are you in love with your disgrace
And watching Sorrow face to face?
Oh no, child! You’re just too weak -
An orphan lost, a little freak…
So hopeless, never you’ll get out
And never win your useless riot…
An orphan a song
© Copyright: Финстернис, 2004
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