No ray of hope;
There"s only noose on a rope.
No ray of light;
There"s only darkness of night.
No one is here
To guide me through a mesh of agony.
No one is near
To shield me from my inner enemies.

No ray of sun;
There"re only bullets and guns.
No smell of fun
Until the end of a run.
No one can help
To find a sense where it have never been.
No one can tell
A trick and miracles in our world of whims.

No sign of dreams;
There is a cesspool of sins.
No smell of fear;
Nobody wants to be here.
No one can live
In fairytales which were made to deceive.
No one will grieve
For innocence abolished for the need.  

No dyes inside;
There"s only black of all kinds.
No mote in eyes,
But there"s a shroud anytime.
No one will see
My downfall in deepest precipice;
No one but me
Will watch the storm of the apocalypse.

This is the end of the time;
This is the end of the slavish pride;
This is the end of a cry;
This is the end of the precious, putrid life...