The Dark Ennemy Songtext

holes like graves



i wanna dig my own grave to lie my old bones in it

and sleep in forgetness cause i hate seeing people cry



rather than

the tears from the world i'd like to invite crows and worms to bleed

my filthy shell



sickness and death made cinders with the fire that
blazed for tender eyes in which my heart drowned itself



nothing remains

in my soul but this pale drawing that's as me dying in loneliness



Time eats life as a slow murderer of art a dark ennemy who frets our

hearts



but it won't ever kill my memories that were my delights and

my glories.