1. YOUR 17 MILES

Counting years...
Days
Hours
Great hourglass
In Death's room
It is bringing near
Breath taker
Just 17 miles from you
Feel it
On your neck
Count your days
Count death's steps
Your 17 miles...

It is storming
Somewhere beyond horizon
Thunders and lightenings
And it is almost there
Your last 17 miles
Although you stand without move
It comes for you

In great rain
I lay in own blood and misery
Couting minutes...
Counting seconds...
It comes with this strong wind
It is here...
The end of all