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I'll paint this red...
All the stories of life
Has been foretold
And my soul
Is getting cold
My life is fading
Into a mist,
A mist of darkness
That grabs me like a fist
Death is one path
That all who live must walk
Do not mourn
For I am a child of the dark
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor?
All the stories of life
Has been foretold
And my soul
Is getting cold
My life is fading
Into a mist,
A mist of darkness
That grabs me like a fist
Death is one path
That all who live must walk
Do not mourn
For I am a child of the dark
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor?
Annons