Through only my weaknesses
i found the rest.
Whispering softly,
you said that you took it for granted
I heard the cemetery under the night skies — calling me.
Sorrow and pain have faded.
I remember your lust
but with the daylight you let it get slipped
Dirty graves and smothering dust
They hold me like murderer's grip
There's something, that strucked empty fence;
And somewhere, beneath the meters of ground
We'll again join our hands.
I guess i can easily say,
My eternal rest have finally found.