Silent snow sustains my shadow
Black coma crowns me above
Subdued blood creeps in veins
Mixture of red hate and dispair
I want to be beneath the snow
Beneath the frozen ground and ice
I want to lie in silent crypt
And not to hear your ugly voices
Curse you, anything which is our Father
Your children are sickish freaks
I search for place consecrated enough
Lifeless for you, for me to pass away
Tired of all, I want just to sleep
May be, when awake, I won't see these sheep
Like a deadbeat beast, I disrupt the ground
I bury myself not to perceive all around
I want to be beneath the snow
Beneath the frozen ground and ice
I want to lie in silent crypt
And not to hear your ugly voices
