كلمات 35 C.e.

I've lost my vision Sadness in my mind shows the gates of Hell Time disappears with my misery Time to suicide has gone Moon reflecting on water The sound of death resounds in my head Like a church clock My heart's pierced by a dagger Tears run through my face The key of my heart is a withered rose My love letter is a bullet right in your head Right in your head Spittle of God is a tear fountain I've been chosen by the Antichrist To be his dark angel You aim in breaking my metal heart To be or not to be The rifle in my cupboard Show me the way Show me that way Tears run through my face The key of my heart is a withered rose My love letter is a bullet right in your head Right in your head Thirty five C. E.