Blessed Agony

Winter's Plague

Blessed Agony


I have to be your wrong answer 
we loathe this night 
it's not what it's supposed to be,a better tie to burn 
the cold is in my heart created 
a better me 
will you accept despise 

you - why you loathe me, i've become regrets 
why - you loathe me, i focus on all the pain 
i can't begin to feed - endlessly 

ive got a better dream 
without you being apart of me 
i force a broken reclaim 
upon my hands, the blood of a saint 
i set myself free from this and all disease 
the winter will take you away 

Low - Below - the ground - you'll find me 
Under grave snow, on my head stone 
Low Below The ground you'll find me