He can come in the night
When everyone is sleeping peacefully in their beds
The face is hidden by a hood
All the body of the demon seals
Don't listen to the wolf's howl at night
In the darkness of the night there is something more terrible
Something that will cover you with darkness
Only the moon pales in the sky
Long since left this world
The last bright ray of God
And he will make a bright feast
All souls will be sucked from the threshold
Crosses on the body will not save
From the dark personality in the basement
And mortal bodies will fall
You're at the last Tribunal
And who is this, your judge?
At the last moment, the question becomes clearer
And everyone will cry out " it's me"!
" Well, come on, kill yourself..."
that s me
© Copyright: Вячеслав Иннокентьевич Русаков, 2020
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