Аннотация: "Foster?" - Stone asked. No answer had been obtained "Why he needs the hearts?" - Dick Dorking told. - "Is he hungry?". "May be lonely and looking for compassion - Who knows?" - Stone commented.
I slept but slowly ascended
The Stout Moon on Shady Sky
The bitter tears fell on the ground
Who knows? - Even I can cry
The breath of streets, the groans of roads,
The cross of Destiny and Light,
That guy will hardly miss on target
To feed him revenge only might
I am the essence of nightmare,
I am the gloomy end of dreams,
Oh, careless souls? Very welcome!
The Limbo gates are nearby seems
I paint the walls with bloody colors,
I like to touch the busy hearts,
The Scorpion will keep my road
Which end is not so much far
That guy will hardly miss on target
He is faultless and Lord of Laws
And covered by silver coat
In holder the explosive boss
I am eager heart with juicy moisture,
I"ll give to soul the happy end,
The Moon complete! And small Rat catcher
Provides Me "Hi!" by dirty hand