Blood Storm

Sadness runs down my face

Sadness writes me describing sorrow

Sadness over my hair splatters

Dead darkness that falls down

Sad just like an endless moment

Too sad that scares me

The wind blows strongly out there my Lord

And announces one more winter coming, stuck in this cold cell

I am able to hear the coming storm depressed

Moaning through

The tiny opening, in the wall

Seeing the first drops of the big torment in the early morning

Still wrapped up in shrouds

I will feel the pleasant breeze in touch

with my injuried face I want to be not paying attention to anything

But watching you, before the fire reaches me

The rain has already started its gloomy whine and the terrible

Algoz cortege pulls out pieces from my starving body...

Which words will I drag up to you?

If there is no strength in my body, I'm only able to think

Sad just like the labor mornings, going now here

I wander along the empty cell, acrophobic the catatonic nostalgic

Spine in my rock hiding, the madness devils watch me

And the water noise invades my casket, it comes like a

Vengeance warning, just like it has been pushed by some powerful hands

Blood storm, such as pitilessness torrents, will dye the sky in scarlet red

Sadness runs down my face

Sadness writes me describing sorrow

Too sad that scares me

Too sad and too much, the only know how to be too sad