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.
[. From: http://www.elyrics.net .]
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.