Near the window

I am sitting near the window and emtpy eyes is what i feel

cold wind from the east blowing like the breath of the beast

cold wind from the east blowing like the breath of the beast

Silence - Darkness without any sorrow

Tears - are torture in my poor heart

Fear - the mirror of my empty eyes

Solitude - terrible space in my brain

Death - the only right way for us now

Death - the only right way for us

Only wings are not freedom and only chains are not the jail

I know that hope is not dead, though we aren't living anymore