The Prisoners Of Life

How long does it need to live in this place
Now knowing warmth, now knowing rest?
In the roots of frozen world
We're all the prisoners of life
Of life...
I want to rush up to the sky
With a flock of wild brids
Towards to blead suspense
Where only void is around
Only void...
I've found the key to this black cell
And loaded the last bullet
I'm a prisoner and a martyr
Reading sentence to myself
Tears're falling down from grey sky
Along with doomed las breaths
They fill the cup of indifference
And sense from it I drink
In this night full of blood
The winter sky is so close
My wounds are so wide
Visions are coming true
Ancient darkness
Void for senses under the moonlight
Society is afraid of my beliefs
Afraid of darkness at the end of tunnel
And I'm free
For knowing it
All that remains after me... only the howling wind
All that remains after me... only the sound of rain
If I believed in sin
I'd be kissed by deep grief if I believed in god
I would be damned by awaken from eternal slumber
For this painful life
Blood is frozen on my corpse
Under the light of distant stars
We are all in death's black hole
That swallows everything
In natural order of things.