Via Dolorosa Lovely Visits Trap
Shadow of the dead Standing near my bed Wisper within my head: Give me your hand... Outside spirits, feral mares Tell: Do it, no one cares, Drink the bloody wine, Cross the final line... Cursed means blessed, Lost are the best, Find your rest in Devils nest... Let the madness rule your mind Keep yourself out of light! Shadows of the dead Whisper near my bed: Say the sacred word, We will rule this world... I often look at Your face But canat stand despair I feel... and comes the night
