11 hours and 6 minutes

666 minutes to find your soul,
666 minutes to kill my foes.
I know the reason of my fault,
But I don't know what isn't told.

Your laugh and scream mixed in my brain,
I can't discern the delight and the pain.
I feel like my life is one big sleep,
But I know He won't help me to see.
Don't fell my glass tree, I won't feel sad.
Your destiny's lifeless is going me mad.
Without any voice I'm trying to cry,
Without any life you can not to die.

666 minutes to find your soul,
666 minutes to kill my foes.
I know the reason of my fault,
But I don't know what isn't told.

Somewhere inside you I'll find myself,
Verses and pictures lives in your cells.
Death is alive, but Life has to die game.
That injustice will take the eternal fame.
Smell of the sulphur and boiling water,
Hell likes a Heaven, but has a flesh torture.
Downpour of blood and slices of torn flesh,
Devil is Satan, He will burn you to ash.

999 copies of your sinful soul,
999 hundreds of my happy foes.
This number is a contrast of last one,
If I'll wish you'll never can see the Sun.

Vice versa, we've change our places,
We have other secrets, we have other faces.
Tacit murders and self-corrupting,
Human is a weapon of conscience-dumping.

Three digits 6. Three digits 9.
I had a heart with red cold rime.