Born From The Dead

In streams of a cemetery rain
I dig a grave of truth
With uncertainty
Shadows of trees farewell a peace
On the earth of ashes and memories

I'm leaving tired booking at a distance
In my eyes gather clusters of hate
Standing on the edge
Of reality I'm falling
Maybe on the bottom
I'll meet kindred spirits

Path of death doesn't go by
On canvas smearing of blood
Someone is waiting for me
Bored of continuous dreams

Smearing with mud of the past
With difficulties I raise my hope
Thoughts contaminated
With innocent lies
Stay in the eternal suffering