I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking

Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of

magics

I'm alone like pain in me



a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old

wizard indeed

Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the

strange eyes



Every sweet smell of sluts is lost in their graves

All the evil of my thoughts is my vile web

I like only my smell of false memories

But their picture, their picture is vacant

I'm alone like pain in me



a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old

wizard indeed

Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the

strange eyes



I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking

Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of

magics

I'm alone like pain in me



a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old

wizard indeed

Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the

strange eyes