I detest the salty words I vapored out one of my gloomiest days All the wind is blowing through the beaten graves In my soul I wander places...hope abandoned I've got slayed that fewer things I had And distanced us almost miles away
This cold morose angels in the night Slowly guiding through my another winter Of self-made discontent Through the damp streets of this hateful town and of it's darkest sight and Through these street I roam for long lost innocence.
Good,morning,Day Good,morning Gods And your cold lie And my heart's and mind's doleful sides I ruefully welcome wicked night Again I welcome pain To crystallize in rain Once again