Текст песни ROTTING CHRIST - A Dead Poem

Focus tomorrow`s horizon
Sorrow means no future
Cover my face
With my guilty hands

It`s the season the trees die
The birds don`t sing anymore
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out
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This tragic future
destinied to hurt never heal
What end can save me
What good gives me an end

Nothing is innocent
Nothing is fair
I keep wondering
How did I end up like this
First passion
Now is lost
A dramatic dead story

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