Near Dark by Jakub Zielinski

Near the light... near the end...

My beloved father and sister
Itís your bastard writting
Donít wait for me any longer
Iíve made the decision

Iíve found new familly
They accepted me
Her heart beloved
But her cold lips repulse

Soon iíll go again
To fight war of my conscience
And the blood of sleeping will boil
In the time near dark

Forgive me or kill me
Because itís my destiny
To escape through eons of time
Still misunderstood
Still damned...

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