вторник, 1 април 2014 г.

Love is dead, long live... nothing

Soulless creature, talk to me
Soulless creature, take my hand
Take me to the hell, in deep
Show my careless heart, condemned

I don't deserve forgiveness
I don't desire love
I wish I'd disappear
To darkest of you deepest toll

The hell with truth and wisdom
The hell with love and grief
Blue skies don't mean a thing
No more of hope's relief

Freezing swords will cut my flesh
Wicked doesn't need refresh
Funeral pyres will cleanse my soul
Black belongs no man to hold