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Κυριακή, 18 Ιανουαρίου 2009


Your scream , a rose into the night
I admit that you cry in vain
but hell will give you an exelent sight
don't give a seat in nymphs of pain

as sure as blood is red , and moon is white
Death will come until the Spring
and the night's dark became the light
while I pass through the fire's ring

I keep my eyes close all the day
the sun is too happy to understand
I think I find my only way
to stay the dark everywhere I stand

I lived for love , I lived for dreams
I tired to search myself in life
my home is deep under the ground

Like violin's music my little screams
how honorary to be the tear's wife
your deadly song is all around