Mist Escape To The Arms Of Lord
Silent tear dropped
in morbid pupil it shined
A morning mother cried
Her child lied on her arms
FLOATING....FLOATING....
Would it be better to crowl
In a corner, a sad shadowy form
Echoes a moom deep in the soul
Darkness thicken the mist babbles
In the somber night that coldly comes
CROWL....CROWL..
Would it be better to know how to fly
A deep moom out of the chest
Tears cutting the face
What is god, this dark mistery
That with his power, damned the world?
THE BODY FALLS...THE BODY FALLS....THE BODY FALLS....
THERE WILL BE A FUNERAL AND I'LL BE THERE !!