Soul of darkness

Fate came once.
Let's play again
and take as I give: a revolver,
for your last dance.
We play for life, your russian roulette.
How much do you love eternal dying?
And how much do you like endless crying?

And what about the world?
Not enough for you?
Much hate? Much sadness and sorrow?
To much of humans essence of being,
who rules every tomorow?
Are you missing the fateful moments
                and fatal decision?
You can't exercise your perfectionism
                and your precision?

Can you meet your soul of darkness?
Can you live in your eternal peace?
And what about the flying?
How long can you stay on your knees?

Fate once came.
Just like he always did and yelled at me from afar:
Turn, spin and don't lose your way,
don't lose your direction, just stay!
Trust no one, stay clean and clear.
You or me, hear me? Can you hear me, my lovely dear?

I wanted to die, I didn't want to play...
And fate asked me: what do you know, who is stronger?
I just wanted to die, I didn't want to play,
to continue, go on and on, the suffering only longer.

But he did not consider my mind ...
Everything must be counted and charged,
add, subtract, balance profits and losses.
Pay taxes, then die.
So take, I give a revolver,
your fun game solver,
and its shiny and cool barrel...

Pay all your taxes then you can die,
pull the trigger and you're free to fly.
We play for life, our personal game,
we play for soul, for your personal flame.

Which of us will catch the bird by the wing?
And will you go, will you fly to pink?
Shit! I replied: And no more shit!
And he continous: Belive me,
                you will be happy about it...

Once fate came and before handing me the revolver,
he asked: why do you want to die?
Because I loved too much, I answered,
you know, the crash after flight.
He smiled and said:
 True love only dies once - whit your light.

It will die with your disappointed soul,
                whit yourself, with you,
when you stop believing,
when you stop loving. Belive me, it is true.
I understand, I will help you to fly to eternal blue.

When you can't see yourself, when you can't hear you,
you have nothing, nothing left to give.
You don't think you have all and
no home, no for what to live.

It will be paid with your eternal flame,
                love, faith and hope.
Standing on the burning pyre, on a burning globe,
when all the valleys of tears are dry,
no answers, no more questions Why,
when all the pain burns away,
you just levitate and slightly sway.
You know, you are free.

Once my fate sayed softly to me:
Love, never doubt about my love.
Never doubt about me.
And belive forever! You will win.
                Do you hear me? Win!
You will win, over me and over our sin.

And you will find gift from the Lord,
us, at the bottom in Pandora's box.
We will be reborn softly and free
and live and love and forever be.

My sweetest, never doubt about my love.
my fate sayed softly to me. And belive!
                You will win.
You will win over you, over me and over all sin.

I remember.
Once, at the end, my love softly said to me:
Once we will be together.
Forever and free. We will be.