Rotting Christ
A Dead Poem
[Intro]
Focus tomorrow's horizon
Sorrow means no future
Cover my face
With my guilty hands

[Verse]
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing anymore
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out

[Interlude]
This tragic future
Destined to hurt never heal
What end can save me
What good gives me an end

[Pre-Chorus]
Nothing is innocent
Nothing is fair
I keep wondering
How did I end up like this

[Chorus]
First passion
Now is lost
A dramatic dead story
I killed all I have
My sadness is
Translated into madness
I spell meaningless words
A poem for sorrow and death