Years of Dying

Deadly come for me
Sometimes it seems
What at last has come
Sometimes it seems
There's always second chance
Deadly kiss I can feel
A sense of birth
Sick and crazy
Life has only dreams
Blood on her lips
Like a damned nightmare
Is there a meaning?
Whoever kissed by the reaper
Every night complaints
Gothic signs and death
Like little roses
That touch my lips
Like butterfly
In beautiful flowers
Like vampire
In the most bloody night
I'm runaway
From my destiny
I can't kill living shit
Long nights it haunts me
I'm condemned by myself
Shut up veins come to live
I am alone
Maybe I'm hard
But I'm no hope
Like Jews condemned and dying
Sinful kiss is nearly coming
Kiss of death show me my way
Life made me my grave
Make me lay in open grave
I like to die
I'm little roses
That touch my lips
Like butterfly
In beautiful flowers
Like vampire
In the most bloody night
I'm runaway
From my destiny
Maybe it's only a fake dream
Maybe I'm only illusion
Maybe I'm only forgotten ghost
Maybe not
I feel alive
I'm little roses
That touch my lips
Like butterfly
In beautiful flowers
Like vampire
In the most bloody night
I'm runaway
From my destiny