Cry کے بول

Cry for, These frozen mornings I feel the smell of the blood from this cross under rain My fallen brother Is out of breath left him behind over night to die with his old scares Fair is the death that shows us that is only a real mean Fight for lost causes, won't surely repair your old sins Cry! For the damned child Cry! We lost our dignity Cry! I had my bleeding heart Cry! Without our honesty In this pale night My hope's in vain The time is fading like the light in the rainy winter's day I know it's time To go away Under the boundaries of life I will float for me over game Fair is the death that shows us that is only a real mean Fight for lost causes, won't surely repair your old sins Cry! For my forgotten dreams Cry! My heart is emptiness Cry! I will deserve my sins Cry! The man is loneliness