Woorden: Diablo. Enemy.

Now as the days are coming so much shorter
Your journey is slowly reaching the end
Cold wind reminds you of me
As you crawl on this frozen soil
Life filled with hate
I am leaving the scars that make you bleed
The bloodred tears
Now coldness reaches your flesh
And frost creeps into your soul
Again I drift to my past life so fake, so wrong
I am the creation of lies what you told
And I'm feeding the pain I never search for
Life filled with hate

I am leaving the scars that make you bleed
The bloodred tears
You start to sound like a broken enemy
-enemy-enemy-
As the last leaf floats on the soil