I saw your trace, on wet soils of empty graves.
I wanted you for me, but you belong to all...
A rooster used to wake you up, now slaughtered bleeding in your hand,
it seems to be a brilliant feast for your keen appetite.
Your answers to my questions, feeble, pitiful evasions,
A truth living the day has bitten a nightmare through haze,
which left a trace on empty graves...
I wanted you for me, but you belong to all...
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
