Under feet the bury cave Lonely end of line Deep inside in greyland Under sky Wrinkled old face Like the autumnal leaf fields cry Without choice with open eyes We die To the sky In to their arms Over and over the head To the end we descend Perfect death of long way My performance will stop Grey days the same days Hundred years Something's rending my chest... Feral cry Motherland of the past Doomed to die Through the time In to your arms Over and over again To the end we descend Under the sea Biting in my fists Autumn inside Biting in my heart Cold winds in early nights The freedom in the sky And sodomy of last breath All in life will far All of sins what I did In past it wasn't real For me now of dead line Cause life was imaginary line