Cultus Sanguine As A Funeral Inside
Life is senseless
it turns to grey
grey
is the colour of doubt
doubt for tomorrow
slowly I will depart
these grey days
aren't worth of my presence
As a funeral inside
I give no meanings
to this senseless life (of mine)
as a funeral inside
this cold light closes
my eyes
All the nothingness
filling the poverty
of this miserable human being
stands in front of me
Thanks to Sebastian Beaugrand for sending this lyrics.
