THE OUTLAW

Verse 1: 
He was expeled away
Through battering and shouts, 
Malicious curse of crowd
In sickness and despair.

He crawled across the swamps,
His skin was getting mire,
Among the same creatures
He’s found his refuge.

Refrain:
He wasn’t beaten by the death,
Wind takes away his whine.
Abandoned, cursed, exhausted,
Inspite of all - alive.

He wasn’t beaten by the death,
The sky and soil away him throw,
And life is spent in mire-haze,
He is the Outlaw.

Verse 2:
In somber realm of shadows
His dwelling-place is hidden
In wilderness and silence
In darkness horror-stricken. 

The death approaches infinity...
He’s got like earth and wind 
Like water, forest-shadow, 
He has [bad word] a legend.