Angara Damana Blind Sheep
Hopeless time Everything Falls Ideas Died One By One When
the wounds are
crying And bats are drawn in blood They go to the moon
The clouds come and
draw the smiles of the moon in the marsh of lilac Clouds
reach from a
still silence of fog And we forget the night by it's dawn
The Regret Of
Broken hearts You Trundle In F..cking Pain You couldn't
see,you couldn't
feel Like a blinded fold You Bloody whore So shut up and
die and F..ck Your
God.