Angara Damana Dirt Or Nothing
the cursed nights remember me when the madness of ripping
rooted in me the
cursed nights remember me when the branches of hatred
surrounded my throat
the cursed nights remember me when the shadow were
disgusted of themselves
the cursed nights remember me when the color of white was
broken when
lights were dead lights were dead in the lagoons of
darkness they were
dying and the scars were crying all were repeating in the
isolation of
truth the dirty passages of humanity were destroying and
I trundle in my
blood in the midst of the dirts of humanity I rip my body
where is hope?
what is beautiful? when everything is stained everything
falls when the
human-like pigs butcher everything was dark from the
beginning everything
was misfortune and the cursed nights remember me when
everything will be
forgotten
