Some dead children with burnt skins Are playing under a dead snow, wearing gas-masks A heavy and suffocating atmosphere Mixing sulphur and dust with the smell of cadavers They dance among the ruins, among human corpses Hand in hand, they enjoy their despair
Angels of Misery, rise
As they heard a move, they stop their game Their lifeless eyes gazing to me Crows are stopping their flights and vultures their lunch All of them found in me their new target
Claws and kicks are beating me Violating my bitter body I scream and enjoy this suffering Till my blood color the ground
From above, the black snow is falling around me Lost and mutilated in a world I can't understand The children laugh about my own misery Spread your wings, angels of misery
