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Sirup , Blood and honey

sweet and bitter synchronize.

Woke up in the meadow of dying orchids

among farland grave beyond desert hill.

My bride in the bloody wedding dress

was suicide in her honeymoon's bed.

Can't stare at mirror to see her face

anymore then I decide this chance

In her dreams I came into.

Desert dreams of sky in blue.

Where flora was exterminated

Where her soul was separated

In cage of metal and rust she sat.

Wan face without emotion.

Her tears become blood when saw me.

Why you killed me, she asked..

My bride in the bloody wedding dress

not suicide in her honeymoon's bed.

Can't stare at mirror to see her silent

anymore then I killed her by myself....

My bride in the bloody wedding dress

not suicide in her honeymoon's bed.

My bride in the bloody wedding dress

Did I exterminated her soul away?