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Blood trickles down your skin again
Holding promises of a far away land
A land of no pain, no grief, no sorrow
A land that will always be there tomorrow.
Ice cold winds push down dead grass
Settling a winter that will forever last.
All those summer, you'll leave behind
As all your memories escape your mind.
Slowly down descends your soul
As death comes to take you home.
Holding promises of a far away land
A land of no pain, no grief, no sorrow
A land that will always be there tomorrow.
Ice cold winds push down dead grass
Settling a winter that will forever last.
All those summer, you'll leave behind
As all your memories escape your mind.
Slowly down descends your soul
As death comes to take you home.