the butterfly effect...

Nieoczekiwane trwały ślad pozostawiło... co tego przyczyną? czy sprawił to bieg nienazwanej rzeki, podmuch wiatru pustyni czy śnieg arktyki? czy może Wola nasza niepoznana... trzepot skrzydeł motyla... gdzie nas to powiedzie?... "I see the candle light burning in your eyes, flareing up my eyes in flames On this pitch-black summer night... of passion and pain The razor caressed my flesh and my arms turned red, I feel a vast desire Years of pain are flowing down my arms. Sweet, red, warm stream you drink, make me released Give me your hand, let me make you feel the ease, in the bed of razors we bleed together... I feel the fire burning in my heart, I see it sparkling in your eyes The blaze you're feeding more and more The razor caressed your flesh and your arms turned red. I feel your vast desire Tearing pain is flowing down your arms. Sweet, red, warm stream I drink to make you released Holding your arms, cherish this composure, in the bed of razors we sleep together, forever..." Children of Bodom - Bed Of Razors...