Your widows wrapping all in black,
And sorrow musik is for all,
You kiss`em in a thin cold necks,
When leading`em to salt-blood fall
Your shadows climbing down the stairs
And eyes are looking for despair.
Short life pass through your long-nails hands.
You live at night with stars and fair
Behind your shoulders is black hole -
No wings for angel from the dust...
Keep playing this immortal role,
Discover pain, that hides true lust.