The sky has darkened

full of clouds and frost.

The summer has died,

all the beauty is lost.

Ugly mountains are before me!

Endless winters to console me.

There is only one path –

path of loneliness and anger

path of freedom and chains,

free body and mind insane.

Year after year, legend after legend

life has just become a myth.

Wind is blowing season after season.

And in the end, on the top

after all the blackness is gone

and all clouds are drifted away

There ain’t nothing you can pray!

For the sky has no stars…


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