The Stranger Brew - Sarke

No feeling for life

Blur the days

Reckless behaviour

In the void, infected veins

No stranger to the brew

Complete the horizon

The sun has no power

Through e fog of flamboyant paths

Your ideas, out of focus

Shivering slug upon the «throne»

Inhale the stench of the mighty brew

And taste the freedom of death

Arriving on time

The night of sin

Imitation of life

Freaks of the full moon