The last day
Paul Kretz
It's hard to understand how short is our life
No one can pretend when death comes to find
Her and her senses, she doesn't want to die
But there are no advances; it is the end of flight
It's all over
She comes like a curse
It is time to pray
Damned last day
A simple question "Why she?"
Is not to be asked
No elementary mercy
Only grotesque
What will come tomorrow
What will come next
Next will come sorrow
She is next to death
Some short horror memories have come to my head
I'm alone in my cries, imagine she's dead
I'm trying not to think about it but all is in vain
I'm praying for her soul to save it
She's raped, there's nowhere to gain
Nothing happens
Heart hurts, empty words
It is time to say
Damned last day
The Last Day