Dark Lunacy

In the night, from the hill
Creeping shadows, cold caress
On your face, hit the ground
And feel the blaze
One of all, young and scared
In a nameless tale to write
By my type, where do I begin
Thrust into you
The splinters of life
Fading away, lost in your mind
On Pulkovo Meridian
Bleeding on you
The tears of the crown
Fading away, lost in your fears
On Pulkovo Meridian
Now, call your name, on this page
But no answer from the hill
What's the time right to die...
And wrong to live
By your eyes, as you die
Why so shining Leningrad
Final breath, why do I begin