Dead End

 

In the wind of winter night,
I can hear the voice of hell
In the rain of colder day,
I can taste the blood that dwell.

In the mist of forest gloom,
I can sense the shadows’dance
In the light of autumn sum,
I can see the coming end.

In the wind of moonless night,
I can hear the voice of pain
In the rain of grimmnes day,
I can taste the death again.

In the smoke of napalm bombs,
I can sense the human smell
In the light of many fires,
I can see the burning hell

In the wind of nuclear winter,
I can hear the voice from hell
In the rain of final day,
I can smell the world decayed.

In the fume of moulder corpses,
I can feel the Death that breath
In the twilight of the end,
I can see the Satan’s leer