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The flowers in my garden

grow down.

Their colour is pain

Their fragrance sorrow.

Into my eyes grow their root

feeling for tears

To nourish the black

hopeless rose

within me.

Blood in eyes

Tombstones stretch for miles

I assassin

Walk the ground, defiled

I am desolation take my hand

Alone and with no power to understand

Lone Wolf

God of nothing

Extradite of light

Extinguisher

Disciple of the night

Look in my eyes

Tell me what you see?

A very short fuse

You'd better not fuck with me...

Lone Wolf

Always spend my time

Locked in this hole

Some people know me

The desolate one

Now is my time

I am alone

I cry for you

There's no-one home