My Home is the Tomb
In the captivity of the Holy Land
I don't see a Light for ages
In the cramped caske
t I don't see the Sun and the sky
There is Realm of Death
Only demons talk with me here!
Way b
This Pain remainds of Doom
The roaming is aimless
Beeng uncertain is accompanied
By loss of a vital power
So We make them
So We make the monsters
Who are the results of our
Morbid imaginations
The
Everybody is dead, nobody lives with me, nobody is
here to help me
I'm quiet alone at present...
Is there a meaning in my life, my stupid life now!
There is one joy left to me: to wait for my death!
It
The Bruts who have taken from their own lifes the
enjoyment
Are disposing of other lives now! Yes, they do it.
It's a pity
They are merciless killers comiting deadly sins
They give terrible death to the
The time's flow is inevitable
The vainities devour our power
Why do we rush about the Earth
Possessed by vain Hopes of changes
Death is inevitable
Fate is invariable
As ever!
It's boring to have, to
