WHEN DREAM RUNS COLD

by SHUMON   May 7, 2006


The darkness fall, it reign over the valley of death,
frost crawl 'n moon shines over my graveyard of hate.
Buried hate wants blood,
blood of thousand burning desires and cryptic fate.
The corpses of hope crying and my past seems lie raped.

'N as my dream runs cold
I remind of you
Hope one day you take me ..........
Take me to the sea, this star beyond
take me to where I came from....
Oh my purple princess of demise
I'm waiting (cuz I love you.)
split me up and rise.......

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