The Border
Come, hear the screams,
Come, feel the fears…
Come, taste the tears,
Come, bathe in streams,
Of bittersweet blood,
That romantics spat,
Come, swear by name of God,
Come, submit to desire,
Cry in its bruning fire!
Look into the flames…
Feel these years that ran by
Recall how did you cry…
There is no more mercy left;
Your soul? Why such a theft?
Come, come again!
One last time, touch my hand…
I need it, scorched is my land;
I want my soul to regain
Strength, purity… INNOCENCE!
I’m enclosed by this fence
Of thorns; they sting!
Mirrors of reality they wring…
Come, cross the border…
Join me, my brother;
Join me…