Dødheimsgard
Fluency
Oblivion owned to livehe had never seen his coffinand what was made from therehe had never tasted his tearsCan we trespass nowNever dream againcause this world became the dreamssurely he would wonder about his stepswould always remember the pastWhat past? Times(He would strive on and oncollecting his peace entangledin crayons the most valuable of all)Out of the dismal mistcovering the crownhe stands like a sculpturein a flowered gardenblack and enameled rosesCan this forsakened deemlay its hand on the final grasp
From Letras Mania