Musaka piosenki

...of a moment and whole eternity whispers loudly into my ear... ...of a joy and sickness it lies beneath my soul... ...of a blind and dirty mind: "whoever asked me about the things?" ...of a tear... and scratching surface, alternative ending.....

I lost myself in thoughts again, And I haven't noticed outline of High Mountains appearing Through a haze... It's beautiful... Magnificent scent of lilac... Trees smell... I feel the smell of pitch... and I'm closing my eyes, And continuing my path thro...

Ah, my hair is messed up again, and I'm getting sick of this mud... It's really irritating Splashing through this desert of frost... ...And I feel it's getting colder... Probably because I'm Getting closer to the High Mountains. Looks like the legend is...

Too quiet... creepy... There is no life on the other side of the lake, Only hundreds of corpses in luxury armchairs, Burned out to the bones... The plastic still smells - I probably felt that from afar. They are really amateurs! I can't see anyone with...

The fog still surrounds shores of the lake... I can't see anything... I just smell the flesh, the burning flesh and A disgusting stench which comes from the trees! A butterfly? Looks like it, but it's... different... His wings are so cold, like a pure Ic...

Not much time passed until I felt this horrible whispers... And I fell down on the ground... Knocked my head with morning frost.... Everything became black, but I could see this shadow... And I know that one very well... That shadow of a creature Tha...

Silent whispers of loudly music... The tune is terrorizing my inner self While I'm drowning In the black tunnel of the dream world... It's my turn To Make the move It's my turn To Play the game Scream of the loneliness At the dawn! Sun rays keeps...

Trough all shades of gray, unleashed in flames, The crazy one will appear... proceeding... For the last time, my journey will end... In Infinity? You are floating high above us! Only one is The Earth, shining in the center of universe. Only one am I, mis...

My knees buckled, mud splashed my face And my body became an eternal grave of the Butterfly's crystals... What a crystals they were... Beautiful, In one moment they seemed like The North Star, and in next They were miserable and dirty like the One wh...