About the book: year / The keys to paradise are lost And the wings were burned long ago, Exiles from our native land... Now for the world We are nothing. Our faces are black with soot, There is sadness in the eyes, there is pain in the heart, The soul is eager, like a bird, Towards dreams, to seek peace. In a silent prayer to the sky, eyes seeking salvation or judgment, In the darkness and gloom of eternal night Perhaps they will find their death... We are demons and such is our essence...