I chase my shadows in the dark
Crying on the way down to hell,
Yielding to the sound of the bell...
Burning in the depth of the shades,
Leaving time within filthy caves,
Ages darkening empty minds,
Demons whirling on deadly winds,
Evil envelops every dawn...
Odd rune on the skin – like a bone –
Fading from the edge of the stone,
Empties empathy from the pawn...
Vale lies in the eyes of the dead:
Ice-cold lunacy in the head
Lying still upon hills of ash,
Staring in the depths of the flesh...
Sighing gratitude for the fate,
Old enough to lose all the hate:
Neither I survive nor the blade...
Kazinczy Tamás