Вершы: Herbrightskies. A Sacrament; Ill City. The Glorious.

A sacrament in black and white
a blood red sun sinks deep
beneath the sea to rise again
and on the next day
it becomes that pitch black skyline
we know all too well

the street lights flickering
the seagulls scavenging
beams of light over the skyscrapers
hope finally cracked the asphalt