My bare wire is already drawing a knot around its own neck. Where there was a light of hope - people drowned,
My bare wire is already drawing a knot around its own neck.
Where there was a light of hope - people drowned,
in the blood, insidiously, treacherously enjoying the pain.
Laughing, briskly throwing firewood into the flames,
where the witch was burned, depicting the betrayal of the innocent.
With dirty hands, sharp claws, with saliva;
they rejoiced... so that the light and mercy did not cloud their eyes.
P. S. Face to face with caged monsters are closed.
Where the best die, and the guilty rule.