Dark shadows, obscure veil of dream.
Thoughts freezing the mind.
Pensive mood of motionlessly
terror as if it is repeating the same phrase over
And over: the one and only the one who is going to live forever,
buried alive forever.
Lacerated, hanged alive and
Writhing with agony bodies embellish
The main road to the sanctuary of eternal
Eternal dream, eternal irony and self-oblivion road to Hell.
Insufferable sorrows and sufferings can not put an end to
existence of these miserable, deceived creatures,
Who just for a moment, but felt themselves masters of that tremendous
indescribable, that what only they could sense,
And that what would remain in their memories forever...
That what they would be
deprived of, that for what they had been able
To renounce the real world and simply become a part of embellishment of the endless
road what they considered eternity, masters of dream, eternal dream...