A GIRL WITH A DOLL
It's sounding another one cry of the soul,
That's breaking the silence behind the dark wall,
Where I, being locked, start to play with my doll. 
I have learned the secrets of million riddles:
I'm taking so carefully six silver needles
And whispering prayer in the name of the demons.
Let the first needle to prick my doll's head,
Let it to put shining sword in my hand,
Let it become the freaky curse of this land.
I'm pushing the needle in the body of doll,
I see streams of blood from that little dark hole,
And it's bringing the taste of revenge for you all.
This is my cruel game, and it only begins:
You will soon understand what the pain really means.
I want my second needle to punish you all for sins.
And I want my third needle to be your curse for the hate,
I want you to realize - next moment will be too late
And there'll be nothing that you could change in your fate.
My fourth needle's the payment for mistakes you've done,
My fifth needle's the night, slowly killing your sun,
And ice desert where you will be lost with no one.
And like hurting dead flash long Christus'es thorn,
Let my very last needle be the fire to burn
Everything you have learned and forbide to reborn.