Fallen کے بول

No soul separates the living from the dead I live and dwell among the whores The only thing that lets me go Is the sanity of The Lost Fallen; Into universe Fallen: Undo this pain Blood flows and guides the path My knife rests in my hand Pouring slowly out for you My friend of black, true friend of time Fallen; Into cold You will not rise Fallen; I am alone You will not dry my blood For long you have been under sleep The elders keep you in their deep I feel your spirit on my path Much more now than I ever had The darkness holds me tight as I, As I walk this starry night I can see you in my mind, I see you in cold delight You are here, I am gone