The knife cuts the warm flesh.
A cry, bloody cry.
An already long time routine.

Machines bring the daily noise.

A sound of thousand victims.

A sound of death.
There's no one in the dark.
There's no one in the dark.


Thousand litres of blood.
Running every day.

Thousand souls.
Sent away...


I WON'T CLOSE, CLOSE MY EYES.
I CAN SEE, I CAN SEE.