...AND THE BLACK RIVER FLOWS

The eleventh rule says respect

Who gives you flesh and soul

Get down on your knees

Pray for your sins

You pale compared to the greatness

Of this perfect cosmic view

The feel of touched things

Can pass through your senses

Paralyzed minimized

From brightness of cosmic soul

“... And the black river flows

from peaks made of steel

forging well of soul “

It’s near, it’s near

It’s always more near

It’s here, it’s here

In the night it overcomes us

Walk the edge of life

Waiting for a place

…The edge of life

Waiting for your turn

…The edge of life

Waiting for a help

…The edge of life

And comes the time to die

You realized you are a worm in his hand

You realized you will be crash by his feet

You realized no wings can use tonight

You realized meaningless form of life

Scum

Scum

Scum

Swarm of scum

“... And the black river flows

from peaks made of steel

forging well of soul”