Grimme Pain Lyrics
The wounds have been cut deep,Whilst thou weavest thy carpetAnd lests the heavens weep.Discouraged hearts thou makest,Bringest the wretches woe,And those that thou forsakestIn thee have found a foe.Tristesse consumes the lands - grey!Thou paintest life on earth,And those thou hast consumed, pray:O give to winter birth!Discouraged hearts thou makest,Bringest the wretches woe,And those that thou forsakestIn thee have found a foe.
Sun Of The Sleepless Grimme Pain