Ironic Lyrics - Deeppression - Cemetery Of Scream

Road made of crosses 

Way to the eternity 

Symbol of the death 

So ironic 

But adored by the living ones 

Crying their tears 

Prying over 

Over the cold stone. 

Here is the darkness 

Just the panic of the weird reality 

Desire of lasting 

Incessant chase after the unknown. 

I can feel it in my vein. 

I can grasp this thin border between the dew. 

Over the green grass 

Whisper of the distant trees. 

Between the glow of sun 

and the shadows over the dead mouth.