Little Dead Bertha

Furtive World

Little Dead Bertha


Land of my dream 
Furtive world 
Tears of my soul is flame 
Prison of real I still 
Regect your endless game 

There's gloomy mountains 
waitin the wind 
Which disperse the clouds 
by their wings 
Which overcome 
the cold of graves 
Returning the power 
to lost greats 

Some day this wind blows 
Born in my soul 
Sorrow destroys my brain 
Hard way into magic reign 

My world it's real 
It's pledge of my will 
With dreams of betterment 
World fo damned 

I want the sentence of fate 
My world fading in a bog of lie 
My broken soul long for the hate 
With hope of dying