Lost in smoke......his smile!
Down on the earth the path is hard
And the rocks are black.
Was the a trace of pain in his face?
Was he weeping? Was he crying for life?
Whatever he did has lost in vain.
The dust also died in the air,
For they forgot to spread.
"Black is the colour, none is the number."
Nothing else in the sight.
Not even the blood could spread in red.
Oh blood! You have proved
That you not only the horror of death,
You can also be a sign of life,
Because you can make the death look less horrible.
But now the death is so fierce,
Even the blood is absent here.
Only the fire and black hell,
So deep that even the devil doesn't come,
Instead, he fears, he fears!