Dead Children - Nocturnal Depression

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