The artist paints the world in many different colors
It is he whom choses to paint the world white violet black and red
the colors of birth life death and hell

Let the pain lead to my distruction

If im no more than wind what does that make me

I am no more than a soul trapped in a useless body

"RED THORNS BLACK ROSES,FALLEN PETALS, WINTER IS HERE THE SEASON OF LOST LOVE, THE SEASON OF MY DEATH, SO NOW I SCREAM OUT LOUD, WHERE DID MY SOUL BEGIN"

Tell me i am dead dont tell i am alife, for sorrow crawls out of my heart, every chance it gets