Down in the pit,
A place is waiting for the moment you'll quit,
For the second the clod your knees'll hit,
For the time when pandemonium's flames for you'll first lit.
Down in the pit,
There's no flower,
So don't waste your last drops of power,
Trying to water
Dreams and desires, which anyway won't matter.
Hope for the best while expecting the worst,
Only an angel will make your hell burst,
Oh, dear stranger, what if the devil burns you first?
Oh, dear stranger, now you're screaming,
Believing that a heavenly creature will hear you weeping;
Oh, dear stranger, but they don't care,
Your faith is for them enough fair.
No divinity will now save you,
Only 'cause they heard a clue,
Which was whispering a lie
That brought the sentence for you to die,
And for the shades' eternity to cry.
How will you resist,
In the black, cruel mist?
There's a light at the end of the tunel,
Maybe they succeeded when they were fixing the panel;
Maybe you'll escape,
Just because of the mercy which for you crave,
Or maybe it'll be 'cause you've been enough brave.
And this was only an illusion,
Created for your head to spin through confusion.
There is no end and no beginning,
No lost and no winning,
No blossoms and no flowers,
No days and no hours.
There is only hell,
And your whispered yell,
Cursing the curel;
Trying to break out,
Praying till she's left with no mouth.
Oh, dear stranger my, what did you do,
Back then when I left you?
Did you search for the easiest way,
Only to wake up, stuck in the infern's clay?
Oh, dear stranger my, where is your love;
Did the demons really steal your perfect glove?
-dedicated as a song pattern to Iulia Pink for her birthday
