The broken train,
kills the bleeding heart,
that tried to run away,
but failed with death in it's soul.
The sweet revenge,
comes at night,
as a doomed spirit of darkness,
that called the devils angels,
to cry out an emptyness of lies.
Gather your dirt,
and make your castle of tears of it,
make the water flow through it,
and destroy everything you've created.
Let the blessed one,
Bring you thorns for dinner,
let it bring you hatred to your self.
Try to kill the time,
that takes someone else you care for,
and burie it alive.
In years to come,
you've walked so far,
but you stand on the same spot
you died for.