Weâ??ll go together, you and me
my murmuring friend
and weâ??ll find our utopias
with miracles made of glass, under stinking marble
sank inside snowball
She and Lady Ripper
theyâ??ll dance bloody waltz
on lightened cemetary of fate
where nothingâ??s certain
Love conquering death
Like in old tales of believers
And dead will rise up to celebrate
But we need to go now
Bury last coffins
Of wonder about rotting species
Cheat our destinies
And go out to live with alive...
