The moon is full, but light is scare
the forest seems like dark nightmare…
opened wounds, opened scars
the rain that fall – drowns my heart
Its icy drops and freezing trace
tempt to be my last embrace.
The wind is roaring, sound seem deaf
life is hiding – nothing left…
steps so silent, noise of dread
the fog – so dense – impedes my breath
Its horrid sounds and ghastly face
tend to be my last embrace
Slow and silent fade my flame.
The abyss deep has called my name.
Serpents of bewildered blood
steal the life, replaced with cold