Go to your home

And light a candle

Shut down your eyes

And make a prayer

And muddy stare

And there's no soul

And only fear...



Blood runs cold in veneration

Black precipice of insane is close

For punishment fear rise on your knees

Glorification word exalt by lips...



Psychosis...

Abulia...

You're dying from someone's idea

Idea of rescuing of the world



Your mother cries,

But you are smiling

You have refused

From thy world!



Has taken in hands

Insanity seeds

For weak-willed minds

Has prepared a lot!



... Years are passing,

But there's no omen

Idea - is terrible lie



There is a dull ache

Grows in perception

This is your rack -

It's all your life



You can not suffer

Such pain as truth

And you've understood but late,

That there is an exit:

Death...