Desecrated Grave
Everlasting Sadness
Suicidal Depression, My bleakest memories are mirror-like... Abyss, I stare unto thy everlasting Sorrowful depths, I can feel my soul dying as I slash my throat, My Screams echo from the Woods… …And for all time echo through-out the trees, In every Funeral my Sadness is known, For all time and even after I die, I shall still Grieve and writhe in Tormenting woe.
From Letras Mania