Balent Petre Adrian
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End Of A Lost Soul
WIth every night my time comes
With every tear my darkness rises
With every unsolved fear my soul sickens
Searching for the answears for my endless pain
I look around and noone's there to help me
Black visions of a restless soul
I am looking towards the dark northen sky
The moon shines too bright
The december snow is covering my tracks,
The december moon is lightening my path
Counting the seconds left until I escape
Until I escape from this hopless world.....
A thousand blades are cutting throught my dark soul
A thousand screamings I hear from ...