He starts his endless game,
But doesn't believe in his creation.
There'll be much bustle till the morning,
Surely we'll find right solution.
But what about him, who's far away,
Sits amid the desert Land,
Dropping bloody tears from ugly eyes,
An infernal creature longing for the skies...
To know the ways means preparing for descend,
So why should we care for right judgement?
You'd better listen to the moaning wind,
You'd better melt eternal ice
To please this creature longing for the skies...
He locks desire for star shedding,
He never asks for being wise.
The Cycle's ended for the creature,
Infernal Creature longing for the skies.
Longing for the skies
© Copyright: Дмитрий Сучков, 2006
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