Far From Alive. Demo. Blackest Morrow. Zeneszám

Each days is a rebirth of sorrow, While feelings dwell inside to fulfill the blackest morrow, Seasons change, While everything remains the same, As I am left without anything to give at all, Haunting memories of times past still live, A lost soul left with anything to give, Rain falls to flood these vigor eyes, While heart felt memories are frozen into ice, A storm approaches on an eve of mourning. Dark Shadows of memories arise, Heartfelt memories are frozen into ice, As my emaciated wrists beg for one last slice, leaves rustle in the wind a new day born in sin, leaves rustle in the wind a new day soaked in sin