Strigoi

Crawled inside whispering
With open mind in beetween
In my mind the cause of death is you
Dreams of war
They follow way beyond myself
With the end beetween you
With the air I breathe I fall
In the realms of inveracity
Despondency through dreams
I fall behind
For every time my heart is breaking within
For the rose in your hand that fades
Every strigoi screaming
For every thought and every cross
That I bury inside me with you