Текст песни Rotting Christ - A Dead Poem

Текст:

A Dead Poem It's the season the trees die The birds don't sing anymore The rivers never come back Nature dies out Focus tomorrow's horizon Sorrow means no future Cover my face With my guilty hands This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal What end can save me What good gives me an end It's the season the trees die The birds don't sing anymore The rivers never come back Nature dies out First passion Now is lost A dramatic dead story I killed all I have My sadness is Translated into madness I spell meaningless words A poem for sorrow and death Nothing is innocent Nothing is fair I keep wondering How did I end up like this

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