Come with me, my sweet disabled friend
Dark radio Skype is over the world
Shining eyes of the cemetery dog
Kilometers between us are so warm
And furious radiostorm
Will be till three o'clock

Foreign voices whisper to ears
How do they can be?
My provoker is on-line
There will be things
Which I cannot define

Incite me to forget
To forget all things except...
To forget all worlds except...
Incite me to accept.
Incite me to accept
I don't know what yet
I don't know what yet
Incite me to accept

Ravens are in the projector-ray
They are looking for astray rats
Which are crawling on the railway
Where cats are going to death

Thousands of cats
They are going to the west
Thousands of cats
They are going to their death
Millions of rats...
Dark radio skype

Thousands of graves
Number of dead is more
On the cities of dead
On the bones and flesh
We build our homes
And hash memory stones

Dark radio skype
Black cemetery dog
Kilometers of warm
And three o'clock
And radiostorm
And radiostorm

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