The history is false
the truth just an apologie
for those who stand tall
for those who don�t like me
the rain has began
to fall on my shack
to me it seems like
the cry of the dead
Shaping clouds in the sky
anouncing the harvest of the land
secretly previous anounced
the cry of the dead
Living dead for years
that�s how i feel
lost all my dropped tears
now life is for real
lonely hearts found
a great place to be
slowly death sounds
like music to me