In your soul can see a fog -

It’s the sin of number four;

When you run on blade of a knife -

It’s the sin of number five;

And the sin of number six -

It’s due to the insane risk;

When you hear the Cry of Raven -

It’s the sin of number seven!

The Despondency’s – the Sin;

Oh, my dear, it is Mine!

Just look at the road snow,