Christian ... (06/07/1690 / Denmark)
In a sea of blood, my guts are floating, from the gun shot heard miles away.
The forest is burning, fire from my burning heart, a fire startet by the pain i feel.
A dead bird falling, falling from the gun shot heard miles away.
People are screaming, screaming by the pain i feel.
A cross in my heart burning me to death.
As an angel i raise from the ashes, just to see i have no wings.
No wings to fly, capturet in my heart only with the pain i felt so long ago.
Screaming without a sound coming from my lips, only blood is on my lips from the death i gave you.
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