The first grave is born crying when life begins
And it ends with lies balanced on a knife your
Blade fits like a glove time cannot heal the
Blood red ribbon faithful in times of difficulties
He opens the holy book and changes the way he looks
But his sad love has been not enough to make things
Better time cannot heal the blood red ribbon faithful
In times of difficulties he opens the holy book and
Changes the way he looks we mystify the past the real
Dream wake the world from its innocence the first
Grave is born crying when life begins and it ends
With lies balanced on a knife your blade fits like a
Glove time cannot heal the blood red ribbon faithful
In times of difficulties he opens the holy book and
Changes the way he looks oh lords save those who think
Their existence is not worth it
