Little Dead Bertha Furtive World
Land of my dream
Furtive world
Tears of my soul is flame
Prison of real I still
Regect your endless game
There's gloomy mountains
waitin the wind
Which disperse the clouds
by their wings
Which overcome
the cold of graves
Returning the power
to lost greats
Some day this wind blows
Born in my soul
Sorrow destroys my brain
Hard way into magic reign
My world- it's real
It's pledge of my will
With dreams of betterment
World fo damned
I want the sentence of fate
My world fading in a bog of lie
My broken soul long for the hate
With hope of dying
