An End


First Part

With sorrow, with sadness
He walketh now with no course
Walketh with one certainly
Not live more in this world

A cut and he'll be free
A cut and he'll smile really
A cut and the end...
Won't carry any memorie

Just one woman, beloved
He'll keep a memory
A lovely woman...
Whom left him in hope

Oh well it doesn't matter
It's already was left behind
Soon his figure'll dead
To behind he won't look anymore

Nothing can change his dicision:
"Thou art blind? Look around thee
Thou can see compassion?
I can see just wickedness!"

"Leave of stupidities idiot mind!
Stop think about thy passion
Only is need a one decision:
'Will I cut the wrist or the heart?'"


Second Part

It is cold in the room
Dark clouds cover the sky
Through the wondow blows the wind
Making the cruel scenery

He taketh on the table
The sharp instrument so
Putteth on the wirst, no hurry
He feeleth the sweat, cold

Then a moment of pain
Looketh down, his his clothes's blottled
And his sight become blurred
Blood... dizziness... torpor...

Now he seeth winged creatures
They see his on the ground
They watch his... quiet
"Where am I?" - he thinketh then

He looketh at thy corpse again
And seeth a blood river dancing
He feeleth more and more tired
Now the rain is increasing...

So he knowth at the moment
"This is my end finally"
But the suffering continues
And will extends to eternity...