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Cemetery Of Scream

under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine the grimace of scream has twisted

Winter forest Winter patterns on the trees Trudging through the horny bushes Snow is cracking Underneath my feet Broken branches Shadows grey My eyes

A rude awakening, I realize There's cold obsession in my eyes An alien face that i have to show Belonged to me then Some years ago I'm not myself I've

under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine the grimace of scream has twisted

The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings sentenced to the eternal estrangement Cemeteries

He was passing my world Whistlin' the melody In the simple suit with hands in his pockets Dirty pieces of paper Was floatin' in the air And he was marchin

Hear what I brought with my fear Hear What I thought scars I feel Born in the crowd of the rusty pleasures of your kind burn like a shout that'll never

Let it be for you a great and high mystery in the light of nature that a thing can completely lose its form and shape, only to arise subsequently out

There is a lime and there is space....As soon as you are born you are caught in between. Then, you may spend your life either waiting for your time