IRC-Galleria

Look into the dark eyes of pain and you can see your eyes,
Search through the dark faces and you can see your lies,
Feel the cold of the night on your neck and you know your all alone,
Touch the ground as you slowly fall,
Touch the face of those fallen before you,
Dirt hits your face just like those who walk on you,
Blood covers your hands like those you've betrayed,
See them smile as they lower your grave,
Smile from where you are because your grave is lowered,
From hell watch them lower your grave.