Sun goes over mountain
To burn me again,
To drawn in the fountain
Of blood all my pain.

The warmth fills my body,
It fills every cell,
But no one will find me
'Till I'll go to hell.

My pleasure is curse now,
My corpse is the cage
For soul; and I'm gonna
Forget hate and rage.

There is no religion
To count my sins,
They fly like black pigeons
Inside my belief.

The memory dies as
It always will do;
With last drop of fondness
I'll come up to you.