The history is false the truth just an apologie for those who stand tall for those who don't like me the rain has began to fall on my shack to me it seems like the cry of the dead
Shaping clouds in the sky Anouncing the harvest of the land Secretly previous anounced The cry of the dead
Living dead for years That's how I feel Lost all my dropped tears now life is for real lonely hearts found a great place to be slowly death sounds like music to me
