NO HEAD SONG
Softly..
sweetly nights..
The breath of the killer,
the breath of the right..
The breath of the moon,
no place where hide.
Softly eyes of ice
graveyard is nice.
Dark hands of air
bring them away,
loney, and long
long ago.
Stupid and void
shutting your voice.
Closing your life
in a tomb of void
neverwhere.
Lips of bones,
thorns in face.
The forest is watching
the wood of the Death
bringing your lace.
Dance of broken dolls,
dance of broken souls
thorns in their hands
pins in their eyes.
No life to live,
no place to hide,
a dance to have
a song to breath
a fire to burn
no time no end
dance of the nine
dance of the mine.