My body will hang from a tree
My memories will be written with blood
The book of my life will narrate my decline
In the dark where no one laughs
In my heart there is only destruction
My sad soul cries of helplessness
In my grave the roses fade
A whisper screams and complains
My body hangs from a tree
My memories written with blood
The book of my life narrates my decline
In the dark where no one laughs
My sitting soul looks at my rotten body
My memories fly free
In the firmament where the Moon
Dances in honor of my death
