How I hate words, how I hate writing
I'm just walkind circle in my empty house

My thoughts are just nothing and hopes like morning cobweb
Whole life is just pain and ash

Wining from love and howling from desire
they're turning around the city looking for blood

To their own dark castles, behind the walls
The most fearfuls hide to hatching their ghosts

And is world just a nightmare without waiking up?
Or life just a wisper opposite two emptys

Time is running, clocks are galloping
many poor, grave and brave
So before the night walk on the bright side
but beware the legion of murdermans
Just don't go with them
who don't believe in anything anymore