Claustrophobia -

Nightmares all night, In the nights of early June. I saw too much undeserved ghosts flying above. They were compared to a morning sun. But they died in the center of this country, with abasement and pain. The red flag is still flaunting with impudence, But that's not your vaunting ideas. The revolutionists' blood never dye it red, It's never stand for justice and nobleness. In that moment I was just an ignorant child, But have to indoctrinated your blackhearted ideology. Until SATAN let me know all the truth, Until the ghostly scream clearly more and more. I try to search your history, But I can see only two words: sophisticate & delete. You want to destroy this old account? But they still engraved in stygian obituary. With bloody light... with bloody revenge. The massacre has never stopped, How many people killed in these 20 years? And how many people killed in these 60 years? Maybe you have forgot, But SATAN will never forget. The ghosts complain you everyday and night, The ghostly melancholy have brewed into resentment They are waiting, One day Hellish flames incinerate all of you. You'll see this scene in hell: Karl Marx is being tortured...