Black rain falls from an open sky, The night crawls through my curtains. A shadow looms inside my head,
And the night is crawling, Black rain falls from an open sky. Alone I sleep in this bed of pain.
The fridge hums a cold tune. Much like my heart, frozen in part,
A blackened veil with sunken eyes, Despair runs through your cold veins. I´ll take your pain and I´ll raise you a sorrow, Blackened eyes and broken hearts. More from Zombie Ghost Train