Bloody city again in the haze,
Here again the sadness crumbled,
And it sprouts like water lilies,
Breaking the eternal tablet.
My city the sun is shining,
An ASP ball in a bloody haze.
When my soul suffers,
Then this city hears me:
The houses are deserted, the days are barren,
Under a strong wind the rain is oblique,
The moon is my noble companion,
Where time creeps like a vine.
And in these terrible dungeons
My soul sleeps peacefully,
In his blood-black cell
Resentment heals slowly.
And so from year to year.
My monster, buried in the cradle,
He looks for a target, but he doesn't find it,
And the snowstorm cries with it…
08.03.11
City of the inner world
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