Dawn Of Tears Mr. Jarrod
Betrayed by the hands of greed
my beloved art turns to buried sea
They thought that I was consumed
Into a hell-raised pire
and I’m just hidden awaiting
for the precious time I’ll be back
Now all of my talent will show
how to face the revenge
Know how to learn to taste my
sadic Masterpiece
Complaining myself
I’ve found out my Muse again
She has returned from her grave
Tearing the veil
I’ve lost my reality
nothing compares to her grace
Twisted minded behind of my mask
my unsouled children
reclaim their revenge from the past
Screaming in silence
my sons of history live
What does your heart want to see
through the mesmerized eyes of the myth?
Crystallized time through the shades
Of further times
What does your heart want to feel
through the caress of a frozen skin?
Are you sure that they’re not alive,
After all…?
