You Maestro Is My Mark

My Master is you

I hear your echo in the silence

Your music is written 

Across my heart with violence.

The music is dead

The disciple is my faith

The beauty of youth

Have gone to an end.

Your sins are forbidden

The nightmares call you

You go for them willingly

Even if they are hidden.

My torture goes to neverending

My soul is going to the dark

Because your words in me forever

And you Maestro is my Mark.

The guillotine is your foreverplace

And mine is Salem's Town

The shadow, mystery in my head

 Are deeply in me and I drown.

Their faces are white with a mocking smile

Their souls are burning, Mandragora is screaming

The world's death is inevitable coming

My sins will be gone in a while.

I have no faith, I've lost last hope

I've lost my face, I am a clown

With mocking, rotten smile

Now come with me to My Ghost Town.

My boy

Their parents have died

The monster have killed them.

The children are crying

The devil is laughing.

The boy is watching through the world

He is waiting for his parents to wake up

The poet who's writing these lines

Will kill him and flame up.

The Poet: He's head will be severed!

The Boy: No, please! I don't want to die!

Butcher: Shut up, boy!

The Poet: You are the Chosen One, my boy,

So, take you death for granted and enjoy.

The boy is sitting on a cloud

He is looking through the world,

Wich killed his memories and hope

He is sining the neverending song.

About the world wich covered with thik smog

And joy of beauty underneath.

He's gone for good, but misery

Will follow him for all beneath.

To Ukraine:

Your freedom is illusion

My heart is under spell

You have to make a step

And choose: it's heaven or a hell?

Make sure not to loose your sight

You will stand up in an a fight

But, hold on tight

You will shine bright.

I wish there was another way

The sky was blue, not scary grey

The dreams more clear, so you could see

The truth, that tearing you apart,

That fortune we might be. 

К Дориану Грэю:

Ты тот, чьим домом тьма

Чужая боль не трогала тебя

Душа твоя во мрак стремится

Желаешь убедиться?

Тень сумрака упала в твою душу

Возможно, больше я услышу,

Когда убьешь в себе слепца

И дьяволу отдашься без конца.

Твой голос выдает порок,

твоя душа сгнила

Обернись!

Ведь дьявол это я!

Порою ты не веровал в меня

Ну, что ж, теперь ты можешь убедиться

Поверь своим глазам!

Я знаю, ты ведь хочешь оступиться.

Ты часто монолог со мной ведешь

И я хочу вознаградить твои старанья,

Продай мне душу ты свою

И сразу же закончатся страданья.

А может быть ты хочешь муки?

Извечное страдание души,

Гноения и смрада сердца,

Подумай, только не спеши.

Ты заслуживаешь смерть!

И скоро сердце перестанет биться

Ты не узнаешь боль потерь

Ты все еще желаешь убедиться?

To Edgar Allan Poe.

My mind is blind

My song is weird

And everything I hear 

Is lines of "Nevermore".

Your stories are the symphony

The symphony of beauty and the beast

Your conscious is forever fighting

With poison and a magic feast.

You are devoted to the world

of darkness in a crystal ball

Take me to your silent lyre

To the side of Lucifer.

The poet died, but heart his beating,

The poet died, but darkness leading.

Leading to the world, leading to the side,

The side of Lucifer who's my guide.

Wake up, wake up the poet

You are the dreamer of this song

You'd come undone, but the forgiveness

Is in the lines of "Nevermore".