Blood is life deep smoke rises
When the knife goes throught meat
Warm wine mixes with the frozen
Winter death
Paints the stone cross in a
Pagan locus of my thoughts
Black and white picture of
Flowing blood
Abandoned graves and cypress are caressed
By the storm
Blood without color
And the mountains and the lakes
And the trees
Obscure darkness
Beautyful nught of evilness
Full of stars
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