Fire, fire, I drink greedily
I pour the flame into the veins
I'm hitting an empty glass on the ground
And I gain strength
Fire, fire, I drink greedily
I don't drink, I devour
Traces of forged boots
I erase it in my brain
A faceted sword in my hands
And, swinging, I
I'm cutting the knots of the obrydlo
Rotten existence