We were walking along the shores Bone-white night skies, blind hole-watchers above us The sea was dry, the coal-clouds weren't there You said something to me, but the silence was too loud you weren't there too, the sand turned black Then a voice rised, clear and unbearable Muted harmonies calling an ancient dream Something with no name, a love stranger than death a feeling which made reality fall Time was how one of its dance was named You said something but the silence was too loud Billions of prayers blew away from thousand wonders Talking about meaningless is being a part of the trick Great stories are written with torrents of blood/Mountains of bones Pain is the only way to feel all that is You tried to say something but you were made of silence I only heard this, The fear older than life, the wish stronger than universe.

(No soul, no world, words) Days after days, everything is grey The city is empty, winds blow in the streets no memory to remain here Even the words don't matter And carved stones, which fell and broke, won't be remembered. Nobody has even cared. Nor temple, nor house, no, only old bricks and dusty shapes. No visitor to see them too. The Kingdom left its names And the dry veins have no walker I don't remember when it happened. Do you my dear? Maybe, I was too young. Everything is finally falling appart, again, and again. Finally. Fog machine is on, we're all dancing in the hall of an old USSR's embassy. Let the forests burn, while protectors are slaying our friends. If cold is your heart, the universe also is. Sons of the Father are laughing hard, they all learn from Him, and quite well I'll say. Anger for pity, the rape before the move, the word to do the order, darkness upon void, the world after the rape, the rope and the word, consecrated movement to justify the order. Anger for darkness, void, create the word, an order to rape, and so on. We already talked about that. Wrath and love, His love really overwhelmed us. Stroboscopic lights on the pianist, thousands guitars and few horns, stars and bullets and stripes. And here, Nothing will really change. And here, it's somewhere else. Chaotic neutral flooded lives. Gardens on bloom, flowers smell like piss. A dog is barking at the moon, but it's the wind and the street, again. Thank you my dear, we won't fuck the goat, not tonight. We haven't understood pain, but we learnt to pay for it, with it. We learnt a lot, but we forgot more. It was long, but it was fun, sometimes.