Nothing But The pain

Fields of Jena

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A desolate moor
Where has my angel gone?
Frozen flowers painted with the winter rime
Awake in my soul the dreams of the night
And solitude became stronger
All my fears take form

I am here in front of my sins
There is a kind of anguish i can't kill

So with death i play hide and seek again
Between acrid wounds and silent tears
I feel my arms colder then the snow
Another morning / another fucking hope

How long is this winter for me?
Where will i no more feel so cold?

Now the dawn bleeds
Bitter crimson drops of dew
My heart is hallucinated
I suicide my love once more
I lie alone with my dreams