Bleeding For Sinful Crown — Yearning

Unreal is grip of this dream Calling out for truth Mirage that they call life Hovering in you

EWngulfed in caress of night And sigh of the dead Cold rain covers the deeds That once were done

Virtues have withered now Beside the sinful crown No need to ask for more After the Babylon

The smile in angels face Will turn to grimace At sea of decay Some have basked in haze

You may question your life And ask me reason why But I can tell you Nothing is true

Let's die together...