When i see the beams of sun
my heart is shattering.....
Because its a cave of rock
Darkness cripples my entire soul
grief and havocs are,
skittling the gaul...
we are the hapless victims
of wicked Babylon way........
city of damnation and
forelorn agony.......
Blossoming flowers
are dark and gloom...
our way is vapid
and uncanny loom.....
I saw my bride on our
impricated land.....
I was woo her..
then i kill her....
Oh,
Her lament is missary..
It made me fiery........
Lucifer is coming to begin his day......
Our world is going to be GREY....................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem