In darkness night. He waiting for.
The stranger might, You feel before.
You hear his voice, Behind your back
The sound of noize It's loud and black.
His pover greate, His arms with claw
And our late Is versus law
He gives as gift His holly seeds
And we are shift for dirty needs.
We're only slaves. But he is God.
We came from graves. Without a blood.
Clontrolling you I called you "brother"
The sky went blue... We'll kill each other.
Devil inside Us
© Copyright: Андрей Дяченко, 2005
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