He becomes prisoner

In his black hole of his mind

He fastened me 

By fetters and chains

He torments me

In times past daemons had heart but 

 my daemon,s chest is empty

Not empty

Full of hatred, blarney

I,ll be waiting

Maybe like all of fables

I see the day of freedom

Freedom of my darkness jail

Tasting light of the sun for me

Is like a fable

At that day

Either I have no eyes to see the light

Or to bury alive

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