Under The Cross

Tristitia

Under the Cross the Dead drink our tears I still feel the 
rain The sad stillness in my pain Behind me I leave all 
disgrace Taste my 
belief I drown my sorrow in blood To despice a reliance 
Is to rely on my 
fire Behind me I leave all disgrace And to be One of 
those without a grave 
To be One of those without a grave To be buried without a 
singel trace 
Burning to be buried smiling away If I bleed for the Moon 
Will you give 
him a cross One more to bear For hundred empty years 
Cause I still cry in 
pain As I watch you washing his cross in bloodtears