Second two or maybe a day
I glance over yellowed pages
Touch the scares of your unpure soul

I drown in sticky passion of your memory

Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses

The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
And every seed is a diamond blade


In the tact of their language beats my heart
And pass centuries


I touch the scares of your unpure soul
Sometimes death comes at night
Sometimes death is silence

Sometimes death scares the wind
Sometimes death gives birth to the dark


Let the show go on

I touch the scars of your unpure soul

In red iris daylight dies
Nothing shall escape from me


Sometimes death is filled with the blood
Sometimes death fades away in fog
Sometimes death il like a black storm

Sometimes death scares the wind of life
Sometimes death comes to you at night
Sometimes death gives birth to the dark


I touch the scars of your unpure soul
Sometimes death is filled with blood

Sometimes death fades away in fog
Sometimes death is like a black storm
Sometimes death has many names