Angle of dark angle of night
take me into your mysterious light
As you draw me in I feel so calm
I yet don't know its hells alarm
That siren draws us close, to the angles open doors
They need our soles to survive,
so they need to take out our lives
They leave us with no hope
we know blood will be spilt with no remorse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem