I see pain of existence In your looks. Like a curse On your faces. Marked with Christ For ages Follow empty path in blindness. All the lies of this miserable world Inside of you. No stars, no truth No freedom. Truly blind Feel no hope For endless horizon Of true freedom. In hypocrisy your home and day And in ashes is this night. You sip the blood Through closed lips And forget The destiny. Who is cursed? You, them or I? Who is cursed? The lonely answer shall be found Half the way Half the time Half the space.