I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of myself
of things that are left the way they are
and the way they should have been before
not cleared by the same word

times start to have a distinct scent of fear
challenging each other under the blood clouds
nothing is like it used to be
a beast slides through silent soul

I am not afraid of ages, I am afraid of mountain
there is not enough space left in round thoughts
when old stones growing in bones
slowly press me under the mountain crypt

I am not afraid on death, I am afraid of myself