"Trilogy"

 

 

01. Voluntary Slaves 

 

A soft touch of winter sun awakens me
Only memories of my warm home
Pierce through my frozen body.
None of us know where we’ll be laying down
Maybe for our last sleep.

I can hear the sound of poisoned bullets coming from a far.
I’m embracing the cold ground, as I would a strange lover.
Screams of suffering along our line, maybe one of my friends
Won’t see sunlight anymore.

I go back and watch the battlefield.
We hoped for so long
That we’ll all go back home one day.

Mother, I’m not your little son anymore,
I grew painfully fast,
Not long ago I was still in school,
Now I’m dragging my weary body in the mud of flesh.

 

 

 

02. No Prayer Left 

 

I tried to change the life you rejected.
When I heard funeral songs instead of cries of a newborn.
You shut yourself away and were chocking in flames of depression.

You rejected hope for a full life when you lost forever a chance to give life to a child.
You passed through dark curtains to a room full of candles where you were repeating prayers of your world, and left me....

There is no prayer left for today.
In the dark corners of the soul a flame of our suffering is dying out.
There is no prayer left for today.
I will be back whenever you wish so.

If you come, I‘ll show you how much I wanted to help when your heart was bleeding.
If you come, I’ll show you how little was needed for you to find understanding.

 

 

 

03. Crimes Against Humanity

 

Born from ashes, an army of fallen angels has risen,
In endless crowds heading towards shores of damned, crying it disturbs their sleep.

Images of past’re climbing above the earthly world.
Like eternal memento of violance and suffering that early and beastly stopped their path through tunnel.

Masses of the sentenced wandered with procession of betrayal to a place where even stone walls closed their eyes before the suffering, slavery and suffocation of angels.