Having forgotten about autumn we rush into winter

And get drown in cold emptiness

Having closed the hand over the warmth of our souls

For a moment

We recall the scraps of lies

And bitterness of loss

And death then has taken our souls

Why can't we get nor in paradise nor in hell

That's because we are the other ones

We are ghosts running into the darkness

They remember

Only the night and the road

And ahead ahead

Is only death

And no

That's not frightening

That's not the end of the jorney

There's no need to cry

This won't help

Because the tears are the moans of the soul

That will kill you soon

But the life could be so beautiful

Could be as sweet as taste of blood for a vampire

But we have choosen our way ourselves

And again and again we follow the road

Into the night

And once again having forgotten about winter and autumn

We get drowned into the darkness of the ages