Dark-grey hangs over the sky,
Its wave breaks down the tomorrow.
Who will the created way follow,
Destroying the left summer light?
Dark-grey pours down in the rain,
It breaks the smooth skin of earth surface
With no hesitation, no purpose,
Enjoying the caused bitter pain.
Dark-grey pierces each living leaf,
Each sign of the burning green colour
And takes in this ash deathly power
To open the era of grieve.
Dark-grey covers up every face,
Inhabits each mind, seizes feeling,
Until grave forever not leaving,
Forever degrading the race.
Dark-grey is the whole way to live,
The new absolution of changes,
Alternative that life arranges.
Who’ll follow this new-born belief?