[Funkduder]

"Dark...Dark..."

A faceless body remains buried in the mind,
Time, life, death, all inclined
To do what? Make us suffer?
Is this anger a desecration?
But I never even got to say 'goodbye'
...
Tears, with the rain upon my window at the hour.
It let me know the apple was sour
And its chills gave word of her spirit.

Until the bloody earth hath run dry
I, until then, will not deny
That perhaps she remains with us in spirit.

Intangible worlds, hear my cry...
Hear my crying, which now lies...
Just 'pon the under earth.

Dark...Dark...