The rows of the even planted old trees standing like the aged monuments of tradition passed on of the eternal rule of light immortal stigma and the chains for brain The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings sentenced to the eternal estrangement Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble doms overgrown of moss and shrouts crosses are screamin' to heaven for a fear of the light I'm standing at the gate of eternity with eyes full of pain gazed in nothingness vileness and meanness, those are the earth kingdoms The daily torment of existence comes again every part of a clock energy and stone is a part of destiny
