Darknia: The Last Grief

Under the

Cross the

Dead drink our tears

I still feel the rain

The sad stillness in my pain

Behind me

I leave all disgrace

Taste my belief

I drown my sorrow in blood

To despice a reliance

Is to rely on my fire

Behind me

I leave all disgrace

And to be

One of those without a grave

To be One of those without a grave

To be buried without a singel trace

Burning to be buried smiling away

If I bleed for the

Moon Will you give him a cross

One more to bear

For hundred empty years

Cause I still cry in pain

As I watch you washing his cross in bloodtears