Clockwork Dandy, when you laugh, I feel like children tremble with fear and their mothers are hiding them in brush lockers, for only they don't meet you Crying is pouring out a wild wave that drowns the innocents and throw the bad on their knees You know how to make the world love you and hate you at the same time Sometimes you smile wryly, looking at the ugliness that surrounds you and then want to change everything, but you can't do anything Only your laughter, from which the shivers go through the backs, can change something Laugh, Clockwork Dandy, as loud as you can In your small house near the Fleet Street, where modes of eternity work

The beauty of the destroyed world, of destroyed dreams As I walk through the ashes, bones are breaking under my feet This is a dry, crackling sound of the final end End of the world... Am I the last living creature, walking under the rays of the dying sun? Silence embraces me like a cloak and I look into his red shield Soon nightfall Darkness will prevail... When the dry desert sand is the only thing what remained after people Does it make sense to wait until my eyes turn silent as silent are my mouth? ... oblivion... Even if I am the last one looking at the face of Earth I still smell the scent of the last flower that died yesterday. Giv

"Captain, we won't make it! They are far much stronger than us!" The shout of one of her crewmates pierced the air. Joanne was aware of that but she couldn't leave the governer's ship without a map. It would be like all the lifes that were lost in this battle were lost for nothing. She sank the blade of her cuttlas in the body of one of the officers, with pleasure noticing the flowing blood and the smell of fear. She always took the pleasure when she was killing and when it were people of her sworn enemy, it was double. She turned back just to meet other of governer's soldiers with a pistol turned into her head. "Stark, that is your end" he

So far, that you can't get there in your lifetime. Crows peck the flesh from the skulls, as if everyone could envelop shadow, perfect shadow, always two steps behind you. Beware of the darkness that is enveloped in brightness. Have the courage to follow the last journey, shrouded in shadow, as if casually. Two types of roads, one straight, the other painful. Would you like to say your prayer first, little bird? A shadow, guarded by crows Waiting for you, next to you, you feel her breath on your neck You have two seconds to turn the wheel of time Shadow shrouded ... ...you fell to the ground.