Jednom kad te ne bude bilo
potrazit cu utjehu u boci
u tisini
u miru
u mraku
u zemlji
u najdubljem bezdanu
gdje ni najmocnija bica ne zalaze
I can se what you see not
vision milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone,
whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what can not be,
shadows moves where light should be.
Out of darkness ,
out of mind,
cast down into the halls of the blind
Post je objavljen 10.04.2006. u 21:13 sati.