Ordog Standing In Front Of The Desolation
Why do I deserve this?
What do I remain here for?
For you? For my life?
Don't let me fall into the abyss
Dolorous rush
Until I rue
Standing in front of the desolation
With hands trembling
I am crushing the towers
Lamentations sting my eyes freely
Life alike to canvas; yearning for paint
But slowly being smothered by grey
