Из альбома: Mournument
[Music and lyrics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS]
As in a cellar;
I look upon four dark walls
While the sun smiles to others, but me
Waterdrops penetrate the ceiling;
giving back to me,
the semblance I used to have
Madness Dream or truth?
Fascinating it was;
yet I was given another impression
Unlike this one
Please give me a hand, because it was damnation who brought me here
The bricks turn to dirt, as the ceiling seems to be a bed of holcus
lanatus
You are stale
Have you buried what we have sworn to each other?
I'm your blood
And you, yes you You are my thought!
Come and free me from this garden of pain
Grab a shovel and dig me out!
Don't leave me here