The Murderer
Your silence was my grave
Drowned my cries
Your silence was the murderer of my faith
I wander in an unknown land
In this all-consuming void
In dead soil sick with shame
Now i belong to this world
Under gray skies
An endless curse of despair
I disown these empty lives
Has become into my bane
Every day, I die
Emptiness so deep within
Darkness takes hold
Even a man with a noble heart
Who says his prayers by night
Can be condemned
When wolfbane blooms
And the autumn moon brights
The last I heard was my own regret
I lost myself, I fade away
Autor(es): Matalobos
