Life .

In the abyss of darkness, where shadows lurk,

Where fear and sadness reign forever,

Creatures are born from the night darkness,

Demons that have long forgotten dreams.

Their first steps are the whisper of the moon,

Echoes of the past, gifts have no shame.

In the abyss of suffering, where grief blooms,

Each of them finds their own destiny.

The wings are like clouds in the sky,

Only the cold stars of their dreams.

From fire and loss they become stronger,

Forget that they once had humanity.

Hearts contract under the burden of mistakes,

Demons learn to cry in the abyss, in the world of faces.

Each of them contains a piece of past years,

But the chains are broken - there is no way forward.

They saw the light that sparkled in their eyes,

We felt tenderness, laughter and good mornings,

But everything was blown up, their fates broke down,

Now there is only madness left in the eternal drama.

At first they were just shadows,

Burned in the night, sounded like a banner.

But with every century of fear and pain,

We were moving into a new life, like in a grave.

The borders are blurred, the worlds are rolled up,

They seem to have wandered with hope for light.

But evolution is not a blessing, but darkness,

A bitter arc freezes in their eyes.

They carried themselves on black wings,

Having opened your souls like a book - without a sheet.

Every tear that flowed down the scales,

It's a cry for help that gets lost in the wound.

Oh, how difficult it is when the memory hurts,

When the past merges in a dance of shadows.

They remember the smiles that have been burning for years,

Now only the whispers of those who suffered.

They are waging wars, avenging the ban,

But know that human light lives in them.

Like sadness in their souls, like a scar on their wings,

These demons also dreamed of the price.

About the love that once warmed them,

About the world that burned like a hearth in their hall.

But evolution, like a cruel joke,

She took away all hope that she lived like a duck.

And so, in the end, they start singing,

A song about pain that can't be crumpled.

Every chord is a moan that thirsts for light,

Among the blizzards and hurricanes, their summer is ripening.

Horizons explode, gates laugh,

Each of them has pain like a dream.

And let there be no cunning in their eyes anymore,

Remember, demons are also creatures of feeling.

Oh, the evolution that made them blind,

Don't forget that they were with us.

Sleep, world, when the night embraces the earth again,

And remember the demons that love without words.