Only Memories

Roses on the grave,
shining in the day,
every colour you will see,
is red from a dead roses.

Ashes from memories,
take pain with dust.
Lies of fathers,
from last past.

In your small lives,
in dead we met again.
Let us know your past,
or you forever die in pain.

Undead son in you dream,
it is me when you wake up on morning.
My bleeding face is you fear,
Of course you can die with scream.

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