Do you remember that night-
Raining, winds smashing, and a little dark it was for the moment,
Do you remember that moment,
It wasn’t much of a pleasure surprise though.
[Why! Good God! The devil is here,
And I think he might come right in],
Shapelessly wrapped in face of apathy,
Do you remember that night of the blunt crime?
You were there, I know, sitting with me,
You saw it, the devil, look us in the face,
That night, ruthlessly, mercy begged,
The devil, could you remind me of that dawn?
Was it (he) there ,inside, within us?
Breathing perhaps or probably rotten away,
Tell them, tell them you freak, you saw it too,
Don’t you remember the sinister within you?
One after one, everyone shall be caught,
Justice must come for the sins love made,
The guilty shall plead his forgiveness,
But the devil spares not a single lad of despair.
Call me insane, call me names,
I know they are coming for you and me,
Only I shall tell the world about it willingly,
In the meanwhile, remember the dark cold night of August 17.
evil
Deserted
Who are we to blame in this crucial crime
Of tenderness and bliss, of fortune and sin?
For our reach is of mere our own hands guiding us
The way to the broken meadow
With nothing beside us but our own shadow,
In the silence no one shall lead the way.
Our crime is just and must be done with.
For such like us are lovers who seek the shelter of hope and comfort,
The founding stones of which, we with our blood, put to work.
Our journey is of patience and virtue,
No gold or silver one can extract.
Sleepless nights, hunger and thirst shall accompany our lives,
As we work to shield the lovers who defy the world.
For such o world you must pave their ways,
Their dignity restored shall only sum up to their pacified world,
I today for such lovers vow to die,
My death, my sacrifice history must know,
These lovers, such who fear, shall never be thrown.
Evil
insanets 