On witch side of stains
Face and mouth should I put
Palms of hands
Blood plasmas

What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes

Nor I know them
Neither they know for blemish or evil
Cause I was bareheaded hush up
Vulgary concealed
Under the blue hand of drummer
Untouched verses
Stolen world 

I tough you know
My deeds
That I’m not cold
Not even hot
Harsh voice was calling me
By name
You said that the houses are made of paper
And they are reversed
And why did you lean your head

I ‘m sending a letter to my dead friend
In the country of ruptured smiles
I Drop the Holy Grail to eyes of
The world