The Art of Grief (исполнитель: The Wounded)
Oh life, forgive the tears that I spend for them, [bad word] through me as I find myself cursed with you. These uncontrolled emotions rest upon my shoulders. When evil human beings turn their views at me. My shade, I am in pain They have banished me, So I'll banish them.... (Death, the liberator) I mourn about..... As I see people move away from life, hand in hand with light. Serene emotions, the beauty of death. As the monarch of silence invites me, Every form of silence [bad word] sound. (Me, a visitor from the other side) Greet me as I visit silently. I, immortal with a dead heart. I have [bad word] your kingdom. I haunt to [bad word] your sound. I am not lost. I'm just no more around.....