I painted my sight in red again.
Someone has come for us,
world has became evil.
We walked all night.
Trough starry panoramas,
in coats made of silk.
Villas had lead us,
on the other side,
where full of darkness,
we enter in the bright days.
We are having burned ground.
We have right to remain silent.
We have only one present
and not a single bottom.
Blood had burned all,
we passed away
and three darkest daughters of night
are carrying us trough burned streets.
And we breathing again,
and we enter.
Children of the darkness are entering the bright day....