Στοίχοι: Far From Alive. Demo. Seventeenth Mourning.

Grim thoughts of a sadistic past. each moment decaying in the winter chill this life was never meant to last, her sadistic smile, the devils grin, her thoughts so cold, my thoughts so grim her lips leave such a bitter taste regret and sadness, Blood spills from my tongue as i lick the scathe which is love, failing to believe what is true as I look back at her to see her eyes of a reddish hue, Swing back and forth in the midnight wind, as the rope chokes my throat she begins to grin, swinging back, back forth amongst the trees once again she has fool me and brought me to my knees. As the rope chokes my throat she begins to grin