Primitire feelings confuse us,
Owing to the passion, lust.
Enemy which is in the heart,
Try to tunnel on the life.
Obstinate dakness comes down to the world.
Fatal living creatures appears on the ground.
Devil's children sing fantastic hell songs
Anarcy starts to dance in the gloom.
Revulotion of death which is bloodthirsty,
Kill people who are on the bloom.
None can escape from tooth of grinder,
Even if there are defender of favor.
Sufferor souls cry for us in the night.
Sooner or later, will be understood, i'm right.,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must acknowledge Mr Mehmet that you have written a great poem... Most won't get you at this time but one day they would... Well done...