Nostalgie Graveyard
I'm the emptiness that grows in you slowly
A sensation lead by lost, an emotional break
The cold wind of death caressing your cheek
I'm a nameless grave forgotten between a garden of stones
Roam between the steles in search of me
My graveyard, my place of rest, among dead
The pounding rain is beating my grave
With rats and vermin and withered flowers
I'm the lord of this dusty graveyard that all flee like
pest
I'm the lord of your self-mysery and I'll remain into
your mind
