Liquid nights
on painted hearts
women alone
and men afraid
like a boat that sails away
slowly, languadly afar
but the horizzon
never seems close
My profound counselation
burning in fire
like from devince damnation
and sirens on the waves' shadow
many rocks around and pebbles
Fog embraces the distilled view
no more things left to do
and I stand here, before you
oh sea, green polution, oil
I beg for forgiveness
for your dead creatures
slowly floating away
Where is the promised land?
Why is it so hopeless?
Beckoning through all my life
all I feel and receive in return is dark
colours of vanity, and nothing to stand high on
We shall all now sacrifice
all our hatred and all our love
to the beast.
It all is so hopeless
diving in a black sea
depleted energy
dead sea-shells
Oh Gods... help me...
A real stone
a white snake
pebbles on the beach
and we shall all now suffer
a man dives in the sea with it
and nothing rises from below...
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