Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

A Dead Poem

Focus tomorrow`s horizon 
Sorrow means no future 
Cover my face 
With my guilty hands 


It`s the season the trees die 
The birds don`t sing anymore 
The rivers never come back 
Nature dies out 


This tragic future 
destinied to hurt never heal 
What end can save me 
What good gives me an end 


Nothing is innocent 
Nothing is fair 
I keep wondering 
How did I end up like this 


First passion 
Now is lost 
A dramatic dead story 
I killed all I have 


My sadness is 
Translated into madness 
I spell meaningless words 
A poem for sorrow and death