The black moon rises Over the world In the Abyss Of eternity. There`re no stars on the sky Between the heaven and hell. Jesus is dead, But I continue dwell. I want to cry: "This world like insanity!" But it doesn`t disturb of me All this is depravity. Blood-red whirlwinds Are sweeping in my soul. Wars, pain captivates my heart, Created from a stone of anger and hate. Miscreant - creator of wave of grief. I`m MISCREANT - tiller the land of sorrow. Sun willn`t rise Over the world In quiet Calmness of the joy. There will be no stars on the sky Between the heaven and hell. Jesus has died, But I continue dwell. I`ll be crying: "This world like insanity!" But it doesn`t concern of me All this is reality. I have erased all human feelings From my soul. Blood, tears melts my heart, Created from ice of anger and hate.
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