Moonlight creeps through broken window,
Slides on wall like blackest widow;
Poison drops on my red pillow,
I see this but I can feel no
Tender touch of blades on soft skin.
I don't fear the tusks that pierce me,
Kill me like kills me the smoking;
I can feel, but can not see this.

\Inside me the light is dead again,
 Now I see I'm not the one to blame.
 'Cause everyone
 Is just a pawn
 In world of scorn
 And filthy porn;
 We lose ability to think
 When we see lot of useless chink.
 When someone dies
 We pass him by;
 We all defy
 The sense of life.\

Gothic realm is best for broken,
Humbled people, never joking.
People, who can solve the problems
Only when the death is knocking.
Death is rule of endless living,
Death is queen of unforgiven;
We enjoy the morbid feelings
And ignore when God is bleeding.