An opening for sadness The cemetary shined Shiny stones on those who died
Among them a man lies Thorns grow on his mound Somehow his death was bound To come by me
The crowd had departed Flowers were there Despite the custom I had brought none
All the things you had done All that was wrong Not a word was carved Upon your stone
Embers are dying,fire is running out I waste my time on this heartless stone The epitaph is blank as are my thoughts of you Enjoy the death I brought
Deciding to stay a while Memorizing you The lowest form Of life you were
The faith you brought along The faith that was wrong You tried to make us all Blind
But you made the mistake Of going to war (with me) As it appears I won it all
Not an act of violence Was needed to see That you will remain buried Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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