I didn't want to stay at home alone This morning to the madhouse I have gone Especially the victims of the war Have stuck my mind with show that I saw Mentality destroyed of heavy wounds In hours awakened under mounds The chamber seemed like terrific blindage In darkened light it looked just like a cage The orders are there given every night They execute them silently in fright Shelters and the ground holes are beds The sudden screams are heard in heads It's the Imaginary Suffering The war forgotten evermore It's the Imaginary Suffering The memories are stronger then the lore In the ears of unfortunates The scream of shells keeps on Their eyes like five years ago Are full of demonic horror Bayonets will never stop To pierce in soft stomachs Tanks ruthlessly force down Crying wounded bodies And press them like flounders In thunder of endless struggle Explosions of hand grenades The Crash of splitting skulls Terrible Singing of the mines Rattle of pressed down men In spite of failed blindages Everything was saved in minds Just like from the black magic Which was created so cruel And is filled with Tacit Fury In that chamber of sorrow With turned to pale eyes In horror they scream and cry Choke in restrained shirts Silent thunder-storms of chaos Fall on there weakened minds Jelly legless wriggling existence Crawling deintellected creature Life of carrion slowly drafts To intestines, brain and breaks into Dim disintegration of beginning Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com