Dalszövegek
Cemetery Of Scream Fin De Siecle

Wooden grief lost in silence dream of life cold as shudder Every day from birth only way I walk. loosing my own breath fool with ticking clock

[instrumental]

I see the past days in front of me Longin' for something that has passed Askin' about the future Hidden deep outside the world Insincere in my own intentions

is lying down its wings On the brown soil Where are the reefs of the asphalt trees Like lost thought I was flying The wooden grief lost in silence The scream