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The snow comes falling down, like your last tears of blood,

before the moment of faith.

All I see is black as I drown into the flood of my thoughts.

I struggle onwards in this storm.

I sink into the cold ground.

I sojourn around for the last time.

Before I take my "scythe" and strike it into my heart.

Why can´t it be, so I would have.

The trust of a child, so blind.

So I could go on, living, still believing,

Close your eyes.

Just take me into to your world of dreams.

Don´t think of this world. See thru the mirror.

Where are you?. Image of my life.

Frame in my memory?

At least I still have the scars...

Close your eyes

Just take me into to your world of dreams.

Don´t think of this world. See thru the mirror.

Where are you?. Image of my life.

Frame in my memory?

At least I still have the scars...

Enter dreamworld, here pain is love,

leaves are trailing a path of blood

into your dreams