Товарищ скрипач - Ashes and pain

Every night is the front line; darkness consumes the horizon.
Flashbacks hit like a bullet at point-blank range; inside my head is a sentence.
The torture is real; my home is destroyed.
The sun has burned out; only thunder remains.
I scream at the ceiling, suffocating in the night.
If you can hear me, don't be silent.
The walls are closing,
And my mind is burning; the weight of this war will crush me.
Anxiety is dragging me down; I curse this war.