I go in nothing from somewhere,
I don't remember, I don't care...
On streets that full of the night
That is cut by orange lamp light...
Snow is so white ahd cold,
Snowy wind blows me to hold...
Lost on the streets, I have to go and to go,
I bring pain inside, I know...
Soulstorm is in my head,
I can't it stop, can't it yet... (can't it yet)
Bursting and tearing inside
War of thoughts - depression might...
Give flesh and blood for what?
Thans or something it brought?
Proudly serve my duty and than?
Sweared by master for all what I can?
Give nerves and knowledge and why?
Cause I am helpless and alone to cry?
Softly give fire and love, so?
Fallen in depth with pain in soul?
Soulstorm is in my head,
I can't it stop, can't it yet... (can't it yet)
Bursting and tearing inside
War of thoughts - depression might...
My corpse lay on cover of snows...
My eyes are so deep in their black wholes...
My blood paints with puddles of red...
My rose of bleed is rose of the dead...
Light of other life sadless
Cut Death blessed darkness,
In which I just tried to live,
Which I could and decided to leave
Soulstorm is in my head,
I can't it stop, can't it yet... (can't it yet)
Bursting and tearing inside
War of thoughts - depression might...