Deep and dark and solemn her stare,
Bleeding crimson tears of dispair,
Shrouded द्वारा the mists of time,
A shadow watches from behind,
Her soul floats away on the breeze,
Leaving her cold and empty.
A bleeding दिल and a bleeding mind,
All around her, ravens fly,
To scavenge self inflicted wounds,
A festering longing for death to come,
To end it all and bring release,
From her cold, morbid reality.
Amid the trees and fallen leaves,
Long shadows embrace her misery,
As she looks on autumn's mausoleum,
And winter brings death to the year,
The एंन्जल्स bow their heads in sin,
So cold, so cold their hearts of stone.
Within the garden of death's repose,
She pricks a finger on the rose,
She drips her blood upon his grave,
And recalls a vague memory,
Of ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
She writes his name in blood.
She lays herself upon the earth,
The rose held tight unto her breast,
She hears a whisper on the wind,
Urging her to शामिल होइए him,
Her last breath लॉस्ट within the mist,
Death grants her last wish.
Somewhere on the wind's lament,
Sombre words try to repent,
To bring redemption to her soul,
Wasted words of nevermore,
A पार करना, क्रॉस of stone marks where she lays,
In a grave so cold and empty.
Bleeding crimson tears of dispair,
Shrouded द्वारा the mists of time,
A shadow watches from behind,
Her soul floats away on the breeze,
Leaving her cold and empty.
A bleeding दिल and a bleeding mind,
All around her, ravens fly,
To scavenge self inflicted wounds,
A festering longing for death to come,
To end it all and bring release,
From her cold, morbid reality.
Amid the trees and fallen leaves,
Long shadows embrace her misery,
As she looks on autumn's mausoleum,
And winter brings death to the year,
The एंन्जल्स bow their heads in sin,
So cold, so cold their hearts of stone.
Within the garden of death's repose,
She pricks a finger on the rose,
She drips her blood upon his grave,
And recalls a vague memory,
Of ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
She writes his name in blood.
She lays herself upon the earth,
The rose held tight unto her breast,
She hears a whisper on the wind,
Urging her to शामिल होइए him,
Her last breath लॉस्ट within the mist,
Death grants her last wish.
Somewhere on the wind's lament,
Sombre words try to repent,
To bring redemption to her soul,
Wasted words of nevermore,
A पार करना, क्रॉस of stone marks where she lays,
In a grave so cold and empty.
Deep and dark and solemn her stare,
Bleeding crimson tears of dispair,
Shrouded द्वारा the mists of time,
A shadow watches from behind,
Her soul floats away on the breeze,
Leaving her cold and empty.
A bleeding दिल and a bleeding mind,
All around her, ravens fly,
To scavenge self inflicted wounds,
A festering longing for death to come,
To end it all and bring release,
From her cold, morbid reality.
Amid the trees and fallen leaves,
Long shadows embrace her misery,
As she looks on autumn's mausoleum,
And winter brings death to the year,
The एंन्जल्स bow their heads in sin,
So cold, so cold their hearts of stone.
Within the garden of death's repose,
She pricks a finger on the rose,
She drips her blood upon his grave,
And recalls a vague memory,
Of ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
She writes his name in blood.
She lays herself upon the earth,
The rose held tight unto her breast,
She hears a whisper on the wind,
Urging her to शामिल होइए him,
Her last breath लॉस्ट within the mist,
Death grants her last wish.
Somewhere on the wind's lament,
Sombre words try to repent,
To bring redemption to her soul,
Wasted words of nevermore,
A पार करना, क्रॉस of stone marks where she lays,
In a grave so cold and empty.
Bleeding crimson tears of dispair,
Shrouded द्वारा the mists of time,
A shadow watches from behind,
Her soul floats away on the breeze,
Leaving her cold and empty.
A bleeding दिल and a bleeding mind,
All around her, ravens fly,
To scavenge self inflicted wounds,
A festering longing for death to come,
To end it all and bring release,
From her cold, morbid reality.
Amid the trees and fallen leaves,
Long shadows embrace her misery,
As she looks on autumn's mausoleum,
And winter brings death to the year,
The एंन्जल्स bow their heads in sin,
So cold, so cold their hearts of stone.
Within the garden of death's repose,
She pricks a finger on the rose,
She drips her blood upon his grave,
And recalls a vague memory,
Of ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
She writes his name in blood.
She lays herself upon the earth,
The rose held tight unto her breast,
She hears a whisper on the wind,
Urging her to शामिल होइए him,
Her last breath लॉस्ट within the mist,
Death grants her last wish.
Somewhere on the wind's lament,
Sombre words try to repent,
To bring redemption to her soul,
Wasted words of nevermore,
A पार करना, क्रॉस of stone marks where she lays,
In a grave so cold and empty.
Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
आप know the pain that they have endured
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before आप drown.
The moonlight shining off your tears
As आप bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when आप start to cry
Whisper the cutters lullaby:
Hushabye baby, you’re almost dead
आप don’t have a pulse and your तकिया is red.
Your family hates आप
Your फ्रेंड्स let आप bleed
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause its all that आप need.
Rockabye baby, Broken and scarred,
आप didn’t know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain आप hid so well
And down you’ll come baby,
Straight back to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
आप know the pain that they have endured
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before आप drown.
The moonlight shining off your tears
As आप bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when आप start to cry
Whisper the cutters lullaby:
Hushabye baby, you’re almost dead
आप don’t have a pulse and your तकिया is red.
Your family hates आप
Your फ्रेंड्स let आप bleed
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause its all that आप need.
Rockabye baby, Broken and scarred,
आप didn’t know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain आप hid so well
And down you’ll come baby,
Straight back to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!