Every time I look around,
I see faces in the sky.
I even hear their mumbling sound,
They don’t laugh ,
Only cry...

What are these things,
That keep those spirits alive ?
Why don’t they have wings?
Wings to fly away ...

Away from that place,
The placy where they were killed.
I can see their frightnend face,
Every time they see the place,
Where they were killed ...

Every time I’m in that house,
I see faces too.
There are no insects , not even a mouse

Only a face ,
Thats moving around.
The face is very angry,
You can hear it , by it’s sound.

Angry at the people,
Who burried him alive.
It was a punishment ,
For something he didn’t do.
If he could ,
He would kill some people too .

As revenge