Life is like the hell floating on he seas of blood of those who sacriced their ilves for us!
Its like a swing that swings from the far wests to the easts, a swing whose chords descend from the unknown heavens!
The cries of the dead echo on the seas, the cries that awaken my lost souls.....
My souls run in search of the so called Life, in search of the true Life...
The red mountains i see through my dark eyes remind me of the great slaughter that s been burried in our deep memories.
can any 1 see em?
or is it me who s lookin at the far ends of the cruel world!
Its like a swing that swings from the far wests to the easts, a swing whose chords descend from the unknown heavens!
The cries of the dead echo on the seas, the cries that awaken my lost souls.....
My souls run in search of the so called Life, in search of the true Life...
The red mountains i see through my dark eyes remind me of the great slaughter that s been burried in our deep memories.
can any 1 see em?
or is it me who s lookin at the far ends of the cruel world!