shattering the emerging abhorrent walls of lies 
 in search of the way out 
 always find dead end  [bad word] undone 
 cinder of existence 
 lost Renaissance 
 rain path my direction 
 where the wisdom hides 
 raging storm 
 stay eternally in dark bounds 
 these spirits among 
 the soil of entombed 
 old days will not return 
 the rotting reality to torn 
 same paintings in this visions 
 arts of fatal end to solve 
 the scars wont heal 
 what creates, can kill 
 never ending maze 
 realisation of what will never grace 
 unbearable feeling of life 
 the more faith 
 the greater weights of hate 
 tolerance turns to disgust 
 denial of [bad word] 
 i wont betray my resistance 
 to destroy this existence 
 i have heard the songs of the rain 
 when the ancient storm waged away from the pain 
 faithful to what i am 
 hatefull to what life is