No more home that waits with wide opened doors
No more child that faces the morning dawn
Slaughtered in vain...
Abandoned cold world and doomed,sacrificed
So proud in shame
So twisted in mind and paying it's price with fear
No one will stare at the blood-raining sky
Never more, No hope ever to be found
Tormented in grace
and sacred delight where agony cries
The Reckoning day
Subverted and bent so Fractured and deadly days.
[by Grigorii Petrenko]