Rostov

Wood's strip fortyone
Green eyes, dress in white
Wood's strip fortyfive
(she) cryed alone at the bus stop

Wood's strip fortynine
Pleasure, flesh, scream, cum
Wood's strip fiftysix
Mist, trees, lion's eyes

Look at my eyes petrified by terror
After all there's no children: but only lions, woods and blood

Once upon a time, there was a boy
He wished to fly over (the) clouds
Mom and Dad didn't cry for him

So the boy didn't see anyone loving him
Fly away there's no comrades
Only cold war, lions, woods and blood
Awakes in me the lust, bring me to new life
I can't breath, there's no human
But only soulless bodies ready to taste