Along the Avenues of Hell - Kirlian Camera

Snow stops falling so it’d like to get dirty\nat the street corners under the dreary March sun.\nI’d give my own self for this dreadful winter\nso it doesn’t come to an end\nIn Death… within Death…\nI’ve got Death… Death…\nI love this fall full of tears\nI love this useless downfall somptuos, blessed\nI won’t ever come back. Let me say it…\nI don’t ever want life in me again. Dreadful atrocious life.\nA finest paradise, the joy of death\nand garden full of statues without shade\nAnd the madness from the deepest pain\nshore… of the end\nbeaches without any sound\nfrom the sea. Infinite and deserted\nand such unnatural possession of agony\nand then unconsciousness, so to feel its happy intoxication.\nI don’t accept any sentence from these vile ones\ntowards me or anyone else\nThere is no forgiveness. The end is absolute\nWar will finish\nI accept death from God and, in Him do I want to die\nI am the hell that few know. I’m here to meet a few\nso life falls out, falls down. Speechless.\nWithin the flow of a tortured wind\nthe light falls down, gives up\nI can’t come out\nNow I’m afraid\nsometimes it comes back. It doesn’t stay long\nNobody ever died here inside. Yes…\nThe boat is appearing from a straight canal\nThere it’s raining… there inside.\nWhere I’m going???\nIt’s raining, there inside.\nHaving escaped from hell forever\nI prepare myself\nfor my execution.