the roses in my grave
are like the red blood of slaves
the memories of my mind
are their dark faces

i remenber the day
as if it was the last trip of my life
the blood in my face
is the color of the roses of my grave

the light of the moon
is the color of my soul
it burns like the rays of the sun
the devil takes my life
my mind is dark
the wine is red
the blood that runs in my veins
is like the color of my head
that´s it
i´m the dark one

Publicado em 26.01.08