The answer of the day light
Is in the voice of Heat
The pleasure of the snow white
To hammer your soul meat.
The blue nails of the crosses
The snow rib of Love
And pain of luscious roses
And coming too late Dove.
The forces of the Life are broken
The wings are given to Cold
The skeleton of the Earth is rotten
Under steps of the coming God.
Angel of Death
© Copyright: Эль Ва, 2006
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