Babel 17_Darkest Years

Celeano Fragments (1990) with love, xxx it was a cruel time without a slightest future terror, anguish and death like an unreal dream, in a shameful world through the darkest years human plague weights heavy, the sermon of terror is always on my mind… distress is everywhere their power is endless we are at death’s door blind world, darkest years! blind world, darkest years! blind world, darkest years! power at all cost it’s more precious than blood the hangmen of this world what can be built on the ruin