The quiet life in the cemetery
The quiet life in the cemetery
Graveyard silence, nocturnal fun life, dead breath
Wet weather, rain fell early, night calls for life
The lamps of a thousand-year-old church burn yellow.
The graves in the forest of the cemetery fall into dark flow
It is night, my life has begun, Satan is laughing at me.
Black magic brought me here again. Death is friendly
My ex-love lost her life. I killed her. No need. Lost intellect
The dance is good here. The dance of invisible souls gives life and leads
I became evil, but I'm not depressed anymore, life is fun.
My love killed me, but I am alive, and she is dead. Here is the burial-feast
Yeah
Here is the gate, the gate of death, a dark wedding hall. Satan was impressed.
This is how life, sonnets and music became new to me.
The quiet life in the cemetery
Yeah
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