I
Desert with her childish grace
Saved me piece by piece.
Hey, come on, I need my space,
Need time and air to breathe.
Bells of church, that toll at night -
The song 'bout end of days.
Thousands swords tired of fight
Look as the Death, that prays.
Chorus:
The Spear of Destiny is in my hands.
They call me black and cruel God.
But do they know what I intence?
They throw my name and face to mudd...
II
Breath becomes a cruel slayer -
It cuts me, teers apart.
My broken life is another layer
On world's body, stebbed with darts.
Sky as the thief looks down on me,
It wants to take my soul and mind.
I'm curl, I just load up degrees
Of pain for people, who are blind.
Last bridge:
Unframed and broken now I lie
And Sun's no more my friend.
Is it the time for me to die?
Alright. So it's the end...
The cry of Black God
© Copyright: Ария, 2007
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