All the paints are grey
In my colour-box,
Here comes rainy day,
Vault of heaven unlocks.
Iron-grey, bluish grey,
Taupe vessels in docks
Doomed forever to stay
In the city of mocks.
I'd like to take the wall -
They wouldn't let me in,
The sunshine in the fall -
It's not what in my dream.
I see the time colliding
In silence of the Doom,
The sparkles are too blinding,
In bloody light of Moon.
I dream about mirrors
Reflecting the Past,
It's full of dead heroes,
It's stuck in the lust,
For all thankful hearers
Success is a must.
It's countdown to zeroes
I forecast a blast.