The rows of the even planted old trees

standing like the aged monuments of tradition

passed on of the eternal rule of light

immortal stigma and the chains for brain

The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood

flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings

sentenced to the eternal estrangement

Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble doms

overgrown of moss and shrouts crosses

are screamin' to heaven for a fear of the light

I'm standing at the gate of eternity

with eyes full of pain gazed in nothingness

vileness and meanness - those are the earth kingdoms

The daily torment of existence comes again every part of a clock

energy and stone is a part of destiny