The horizon is red
The wintry clouds come
Coming back pain
In my shoulder
Remains me
My heart is not well
Raining outside...
With white drops of snowy rain
Coldness follows the dead
On chains
Of misery
Crawlers crawl
While miseries spill
From their veins
A path to walk on
'til f**ing d**h
When eyes open
Something in heart must die
This is the rule
Of wanderers
Leave behind
What left behind...