It`s price of the storm
When red roses deformed
Your sinful flesh
To carrion, to trash
No flowers in your crown
Of sacred saviour
Those, who called
Now would engrave you
Return to first form
Ages and centuries
In the land of thorns
You will lose Her
Crying out your eyes
In benediction
On knees you stay
Petrified and blind
Under snow
Under moon
In the final condition
You`ve become
A reptile
Hissing tongue
Mind is defiled
But you`re victim of God
Darkest forest
Death`s embrace
You met your horrors
Face to face
Run the dawn
Understars
Mournyourown
Leather in scars...
Blind
© Copyright: Дмитрий Еретик, 2012
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