Rain, have mercy on my soul!
Don't you see it soiled,
Slipping through the foil
Of masks?
Don't wash it away, the pain is clear,
Sharp, it obliterates concern,
The asphyxiation is welcomed,
It annihilated the turn
Of blade between ribs.
The streets seem empty, yet in the corners
Lurk the beggars, their chant
Chains like coins, they ask
For a reprieve,
Don't you hear them?
You've washed away their voice
And now the silence deafens me
With the infuriating price
Of the storm's ambush,
Grey and hollow,
Grey and hollow,
And the howls of dogs are all that follows,
They're the only ones left,
They still know how to speak.
And they're rabid, ready to burn
With biting teeth, ready to hurl
And take away my soul,
But I won't let them.
Their ears are sharper than mine, their eyes
More furious than I,
But their mouths tell lies,
And lies are weak, as you well know.
Their monstrosities are decor
To the untamed flame of hell,
It is waiting for them,
And I'll be waiting as well.