Like a mad, forlorn woman with her babe
In arms, walking drowsily and uttering
Neurotic syllables of death
In a remote forest on the border
Of some unknown planets…
I stagger along the desert, drinking
The sorrowful wine of moonlit night,
With broken dreams bundled up
On my back…
The destination not known,
The destiny not having set any milestone,
The journey goes on… on… on…
The hope which once was a giant when I was young
Has now become a dwarf, leaving behind bloody stain for me to walk on…

The angels, which once used to
Embrace me with their enigmatic
And eerie wings, look before me
With teeth stained with blood of my dreams
Protrudingly staring at me…

Setting me on this journey,
Spurning me, my dreams, my hopes,
Spitting on my life, however,
She sleeps in the cosy comfort
Of CLEAR MERCILESSNESS…