Wine is color of faded red, icon of a past
No [bad word] make me forget all this blood and this night
Gazing at the cold moon, memory of a face of doom
Which looks at me with scorn, nothing will be the same anymore

Pictures of the past are never to be back
Bloodfingers in your back, I miss the time I made you scars
I remember the promise of some rest in a bloodred sea as a release
I learnt there is no rest and honesty never pays
It wasn't the eyes of betrayal but there was no place for hope
I thought it was a place for eternity; it was just a pit in a grey endless sea

I hate looking at those mountains that make me remember you
I'd like to hate you so more than for myself I've ever done

I spread violence and decay, sickness is a hard thing to share
All the scars drawing my body won't never release me from grief
And tomorrow when the time has past I'll still remind your name
And then return to the place it was and probably shed a tear
For the remain of this human blaze which was blown off this night
I just hope where you go, you'll remember what was i

I bleed for it went too fast, the wound is still opened
You've gone as those flowers died, as the bloodred turns to black
You'll remember me as faded wine and wish me the best
The best is still for me that I can meet you soon in [bad word] ..