Songtext von Black Stains

Black stains on broken glass On the last day of november Immerse beauty by the trail Of the last scene I remember A cry for help A pair of drained eyes Nowhere to turn Unable to rise A scenic verse Of an old rhyme Justifying The sinful crime Time passes no longer by No rest found in concrete soil Image burned to my eyes Black stains and skin to boil Smoke forming a pillow dark For the child to rest in silence Black skin on bruised hand Infant emerged of violence A flower in full bloom Cut by a fragment of glass In a heartbeat of truth