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I’ve lost in curled chaos
Crucified with own sins
In this rein of desperation,
Kingdom of woe, grief and fear
New day won’t bring new hope
Sullen land menaces with
New pain that burns our nerves
Devastated dwelling of deserted souls
This dirty and disgusting place is my essence
No path leads out from this hellish space
Tormented creatures cry for ages
Throes of despair heave our hearts
Breathing the gas that sear our lungs
Bleeding eyes, ears and noses
Screaming to pale senseless sky
That’s falling acid tears on us
Written by: Aleksandr Alekseevich Kharavin, Aleksandr Vladimirovich Stepashkin, Aleksei Vladimirovich Tkachev, Dmitrij Viktorovich Volkov, Александр Алексеевич Харавин, Александр Владимирович Степашкин, Алексей Владимирович Ткачев, Дмитрий Викторович Волков
