As it slashes around,
Its very crimson blade,
And now your time’s over, it says,
As merry as the church bells rings,
I feel, I hear the devil sing.
Still hoping to see the daylight today,
I move my heart to way far away,
And hoping not only for a fortune roll,
Keeps pulling me down the demon hole.
And now I feel the sins in my life,
The good & the bad & the true & lies,
As the film in my mind is running high,
de blast from the past & the banging tide.
Still I see through the flashing tide,
The cracking of waves, rising high,
And through the silver cloud of smoke,
Shimmering and deadly rises the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
F#%king awesome poem Arshaj....