كلمات Poor Mortal Lost

Run swiftly, silently Heartbeat deafens Drowns the human Body tense, tinge of fear Blood rushes, no stir Camouflage, safety, ease Down into the ground Not a breath, and not a sound Dashes under and around Mother's arms She wears the crown In the plush Of earth she lies Alone forever With these cries Feels not hunger Feels not thirst Doesn't she know She's not the first Endures her lot The bitter frost Poor little girl Poor mortal lost Poor mortal lost Save your mind Save your soul Beware of her A charm of old As innocent As night's cold The bell has its Untimely toll Save your mind Save your soul Beware of her A charm of old As innocent As night's cold The bell has its Untimely toll Poor mortal lost Poor mortal lost Save your mind Save your soul Beware of her A charm of old As innocent As night's cold The bell has its Untimely toll Poor mortal lost Poor mortal lost