When your eyes are black with dew,
even lies of tongue are blue...

The stars are black,
The sky is white...

A little gasp escapes my lips
as the green-yellow grass touches my fingertips...

Please remember me forever,
promise to never forget...

"It wasn't your fault"
The words follow me wherever I go...

I sit here in the darkness
rocking in the deep...

Air below freezing,
Wolves howl to the moonlight...

The rippling of an old song's tune
spinning hauntingly in sound...

It hurts to be alone,
for some it hurts too much...

The bells toll,
The bells of death...

Nothing will ever be able to explain this feeling,
so real, so beautiful...

Her lips painted in blood,
hollow stomach, caved in for love...