The marks of the bloody red lines,
And the pain that ultimately blinds,
The light of the bright stars,
Reveals your bloody scars,
With each day that passes by,
The demons screech "you should die",
When the shadows creep near,
And begins to fog the clear,
Burdens weigh you down,
In the dark you drown,
With nothing to guide you through,
And evils slows you like glue,
Just keep you head up high,
And know that you will die,
Your time is not close,
The clock have all froze,
Come with me,
Share my glee,
Together we'll see,
Our destiny;
